So my computer decided to ignore my feelings and just, like, shut down, no warning whatshowever, though I tried restarting it about 15 times yesterday... -.-'
Dennis did respond to me calling. Real sweet. Via mail, but REAL sweet <3
Anyways, let me start this good. HAPPY NEW YEAR! Happy 100th post to me, with like 10 steady viewers, eyeing the stats. I was celebrating new year yesterday (and the day before), and I couldn't quite believe it myself, but I spend the last day of the year talking books and watching Charlie the Unicorn - related movies on youtube (and asdf, and the badger song, etc. etc.). We had friends coming over, a family of four plus dog, so in the end dinner was with nine, though my brother ditched us after that, so party was with eight. Both numbers plus dog, of course. And I had this huge conversation on books with the oldest kid, a boy of 14, who's autistic and kinda weird, but all I notice is us two getting all hyper and stuff. 'Kayso, we had a good laugh, watched stupid movies, had nice dinner, and did the countdown. And I had applejuice instead of champaign, 'cause I don't like bubbles nor alcohol.
FIREWORKSTIMEEE! We had tons. You know those tiny things that just bang real loud? We had like 300 of 'em. For the two of us, because only me and the boy liked it (not naming people on here without permission, so that explaines the absence of names sometimes). In the end, it turns out that three kids from my street liked it too, so we had fun making things explode. Also, my dad had those nice big things that go up in the air, so he was shooting the moon ^^
After that, two more boys came out, carrying nitrates - which is basicly daddy bomb. So we shooed off inside, and that was around 2 in the morning. They went off home, the family, and I went to bed. I remember thinking my fingers reeked of stench.
So there I was, a 14-year old girl, staring at the world, smelling of exitement, exhaustion, smoke, sigarets, explosives and powder, missing her boyfriend and her best friends, starting back up from scraps. This time, the scraps better be good.
Then yesterday was kinda empty. I slept in, had a long breakfast, wanted to take a shower but decided against it, lay in bed to read, came downstairs, ate, read some more on the sofa, watched my sister and her friend race, joined it, read some more, watched a movie or two, read even more. It was half past 3 by the time I fell asleep.
Today was even lazier. No computer, and it's still not fixed, though my supercomputernerd daddy worked on it all day. Shit. So I just lay in bed, pulled up the blankets and read, read, read. I finished TrueBlood 2 in recordtime (for me, that is, I don't read real fast). I called some friends, made some appointments, painted my fingernails a bright pink and my left toenails smoky red. Which, unlike the easy way it sounds, is a horrible job to me, for I suck big time at painting nails. Facial make-up, that I'm great with, but nails are just... Not My Thing.
I didn't do my right foot on purpose, though. I've got a surgeory coming up tomorrow, and I don't want the doctor to see my horiffic nails skills, not do I want him/her to be confused about blood and nailpolish. That'd suck. Really suck, I mean.
Not that I really believe it will help. It'll be the 5th time, toenail grown into my flesh and inflamed all over, and it keeps getting worse. DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT. It should be over after 2 years, right? Fuck.
I planned on teksting Dennis, but he lost his phone, so I'll just say it here: Dennis, I love you <3
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