sunshine_queen | And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...

Chanel Nº 5 smells like Christmas and class.

I feel bizarre today, like I'm doing things and people are breezing past me and not noticing that I'm alive. This is a ridiculous sentiment. Today alone I've:

-fought with Mom
-fought with Mel
-chatted with Heather
-finished the pool
-hung out with Nicole, Desiree and Heather
-spoken french with Dallas (and watched Dallas verbally kick Desiree the elder's ass)
-spoken with Becca

Not quite sure what's up. Maybe it's because no one's online and I get my identity from who I'm talking with? That sounds weird.

My hair is still gorgeously straight and wonderful. le sigh. I want to live with Tata so my hair can be fantastic all the time. I broke something in my braces and have to go for an emergency appointment today because... we leave Wednesday and mom works about a thousand times before we go. Yeah, it doesn't make sense to me either.

I got Kazaa Lite again. It is a wonderful thing. The only thing i have so far is 'Viva Forever' by the Spice Girls, but I'm totally working on 3.04 and 3.05 because I need my JuSi.

I am needy. I need people. I need to get dressed. I'm sitting at the computer in a black bra and red panties.

Cleaned my room. My closet is now from hell since Mel pulled out the bench thing that was in there that was like, the crutch upon which the ecosystem of my closet rested on. Attempted to salvage some sense of order to no avail. Put away piles of clothes and hung things up and shoved things in drawers and under things and on top of things and yeah.

And DUDE. Why am I the only one online? I have found the single most disturbing and bizarre badfic ever... and I'm alone. And I even liked Virina before. Now I'm just... I feel dirty. And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.