I hate how when it's really bright and my eyes squint to an old chinese man whose face is so fat his eyelids are weighed down. It's this stupid asian tendency for their eyes to squint like fucking crazy and I look like a fucking grump when I'm outside. It's not even that sexy squint like James Dean or Clint Eastwood or something. It's that cranky ass squint like Mr. Smitty, Rocko's toad/whatever boss.
Got to wear my new Black Sabbath t-shirt today. It is very comfortable, I wish I could wear it tomorrow again but I'd be shunned upon as a stinky ho.
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Have you ever gotten to the point that you have so much clothes, and that you've worn them all so many times, and no matter how fabulous looking they still are, you're fucking tired of them by now and can never decide on something to wear? Well I have reached that point. For a while it's been bothering me that I know have to stuff my clothing into both dressers - the fancy one and the plastic one in the closet; and I keep running out of hangers so I have to keep stealing them from the laundry room every so often. I even have pants that I just have to start piling up in the closet. It's depressing. A lot of it is really crappy and unattractive, but then at the same time a lot is exceptionally sexalicious. It's just that I'm tired of this stuff. I think I've become a valley girl.
Kate Spade bags. I want one. Odd thing is, I have tons of pants and shirts and all that good stuff but I barely have any shoes or bags. I never want to wear different shoes nor do I like carrying bags. But I'm starting to become obsessed with them. Whenever I see a cute purse in some store I go fucking berserk, standing there for ten minutes deciding whether I should go tell my mom to buy it for me. Because we have this pact that she pays for all of my clothing, etc. as long as it isn't a crazy band shirt or some shit like that.
Allergies ain't cool. My mom and I were making these pastries after I got home and I kept sneezing everywhere and wiping snot all over the backs of my hands. But then of course I only needed my fingers and they were going to be steamed anyway, Christina-Germs be gone.
Oh my oh my oh my. He hung out with me at lunch today and even after he left and went to go play frisbee with his friends or something, he kept looking back and smiling. My god, he even smells good. He's even culturally enlightened. On Saturday, he said he's going to the Tribeca Film Festival in New York and then go shopping at the Village afterwards. That's fucking awesome, I wish I could go.
Chemistry was boring, desktop publishing was boring, lunch was nice, geometry was nice, art was not nice. Because my fucking etch thing sucked. Oh well, I couldn't really give a fuck anyway. It was a picture of an airplane engine that ended up looking like washing machine lint.
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Christina N. @ 4:55 PM
