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August 12th, 2004

If I can't have a kitty...

I figured I'd just get me a virtual one!

Say hello to Sidally!

my pet!

Posted by misfit_goddess at 09:37 PM | Show yourself

August 11th, 2004

So, I'm Eponine...



I'm Eponine!
Spunky, resourceful, and fearless, I don't take a lot of guff from the world, and sometimes I'm kind of freaky. Secretly, though, I just want to be loved in spite of my attitude and my goofy hat.

Which Les Miserables Character Are You?


Somehow, I had a feeling. Yay Eppie! She's my favorite-goofy hat and all!

Posted by misfit_goddess at 01:32 PM | Show yourself

August 9th, 2004

Driving the stapler through my ear lobe day

Got me ears pierced just now. It didn't feel as nearly unpleasant as I'd been told, or as I'd imagined. I'll put up some pictures when I get them developed; it was actually pretty fun.

My "default" earings are rather large, diamond studs, but I got a pair of those soft, prickly ball earings to wear once I can wear once I can change them. Their dangly, and have dices on them too, which can glow under a black light. Squee!

And since I got paid from the theater again, I'm gonna spend some of it, and then put the rest away for savings.

And, I have an idea of what I'll get with the money too. The fellow Jun Planning doll lovers out there would be interested in this.


I think I'm in love. $35? SOLD!

Posted by misfit_goddess at 02:59 PM | Show yourself

August 8th, 2004

Re: And the good times roll on...

Really starting to feel sick-haven't eaten anything in ten hours, feeling even dirtier than I did yesterday. Can't concentrate, can't even type, can't work, nada.

Too uncomfortable.

Too lonely.

Too much in a bad mood.

Just felt like saying.

Posted by misfit_goddess at 04:30 PM | Show yourself

August 7th, 2004

...And the good times roll on...

Just a warning. I don't normally rant like this on here. Anyone who has stumbled upon my little site should best be advised to come back later. I'm not normally like this, I swear.

I got home from Dallas yesterday-wasn't very happy.

Grandpa gave me a wireless card to use for my laptop while there, and the installation process loaded forty-six different types of AdWare onto my computer. I deleted all but one, and my computer awaits an appointment with the tech guy at my school. Meh.

About my third evening there, my family and I got into a discussion about schools. I, of course, defended my deep love for my school; my grandparents and older cousin, Tres (Who recently graduated from the local school) started talking about how the local school is probably "so much better" than my school.
Now, this just kind of pissed me off; firstly, aren't they my grandparents too? Shouldn't they believe in my strong love for my school just as much as Tres does for his, even if it isn't local?

Whats more, Tres started going on about how his public school was much better than my private school because "Publich schools teach you more about the real world."

What the fuck? Real world? Blimey, just 'cause he's graduated from a public school doesn't mean that he has any better concept of the so called "real world" than I do! In fact, what really got me was that he was making a statement about something he knows nothing about!

He then went on from there, attempting to enforce his obviously biased opinion upon my mother and I saying that it was stupid to pay more for my school than a public school.
This only made Mama pissed off too, firstly, because it is her money, and she strongly agrees with me that my school is good enough to warrant every cent.

SSESH High School is a montessori school which encouraged kids to work, and whats more, makes them want to work! And the work isn't necessarilly easy-I am an honors student, and I worked to get where I am!
The community is also awesome, I have found friends in places that I have never thought I would. The community inspires growth.
Because my early life has warped me so much, a school like SSESH is constructive for my needs and inspires me to grow as an individual. Anywhere else would have completely and utterly destroyed me and kept me from growing. I have done and learned so much because of how it is.

But no, Tres just had to keep digging himself in deeper, saying;

"Oh, but my school is better! You would be friends with so and so, and you could get just as good grades there. They just show you favoritism there."

From here I exploded.

"Excuse me," Said I, "You cannot have an opinion on this subject! Firstly, you have never been to my school, so you cannot make judgement about it. Second, you are not me, Tres! You cannot tell me how I would be in any circumstance, because you barely even know me! I'm not trying to enforce my opinion on you, so don't you dare try to enforce it upon me!"

Then, I made the choice to leave the room for a bit to collect myself. When I returned, Tres pretty much screamed at me, telling me that because I left I no longer had any right to be in the conversation, which pissed both Mama and I off again.
A little later, Tres left, acting the the High and Mighty Football God that he thinks he is. Which, I probably don't have to tell you, he isn't.

Grandme then made me feel extra loved when she said,

"Oh, well, Tres has made friends who he will have forever, and you won't be in any contact with any of yours given four years because they will have so much more money than you, and they will all move on!"
Oh gee, thanks Grandme! Way to help your granddaughter feel better.

..>Which is another completely wrong statement! My friends, are in no way, wealthy!

I mean, take Zech; just talking to the guy, you can figure that his family probably has less than my mom and I, given our current situation; I mean, he lives in an apartment with four other people (Six if you count the dogs), and he's in SSESH based entirely on scholarship!
Which goes to show you, that no one in my family really knows anything about the subject.

Tres did apologize to Mama, but never said anything else to me on the subject. Apparently, Mama believed he owed me one, ebcause I heard her argue with Grandfather about it two days later-we left about an hour afterwards.

When we arrived home, we discovered that our water had been shut off. I haven't showered in a day, and I feel really gross now. I need a shower bad; they wake me up, give me energy, and make me into the perky fool that I am normally. Hopefully the water will come back on Monday, and thus we can go and get my ears pierced.

...Sleep now.

Details about my more uplifting trip the Schlitterbahn with my soul-sister Alex will come when I'm...happier.

Posted by misfit_goddess at 08:59 PM | Show yourself

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