it's a trivial day and i find myself without anything concrete to do, so i follow any impulse and it's surprisingly amusing. for instance, these are the last 5 websites i visited and actually perused:
i have no idea what they say about me. currently i'm going through www.radiohead.com. it's exactly 12:06 p.m. a few minutes ago i posted some to rec.music.tori-amos. oo. just opened a new browser window and found that em redesigned her journal. like it a lot. hum-de-dum. checking out my hair. i dyed some strands in front deep purple saturday, and after 2 washes it looks like red beet juice dripped through it. neat.
12.08 p.m. oh wait, my wrist watch says 12.13 p.m. stupid computer. did i even tell about my wrist watch? my dad gave it to me the day before i left for the us. it's actually a gold watch with a plain, thin black leather band and looks surprisingly classy and simple, especially for being me. i like it. especially the scratch in the glass over "VIII". i wonder how it got there.
12.16 p.m. and i just discovered that i actually chipped away 95% of the insect black nailpolish i applied last night. nice to know old habits die hard.
did i ever tell you i can't whistle? i can do that tongue twist thing that a lot of people can't seem to do, and i can even tie a knot of a cherry stem with my tongue, but i'm a lousy whistler. it's not that i can't produce a whistle noise, it's just that it's sort of weak and squeaky and refuses to turn into those annoying chirpy melodies that everyone else seem able to do. of course, i can't sing either.
sometimes when i'm laughing real hard and am trying to stop (coz my stomach hurt and i'm about to fall onto the floor) i do the whistle test. you can't whistle if you're laughing, so basically it's a matter of forcing yourself to not laugh enough to be able to whistle. unfortunately i only end up laughing even harder after producing a ridiculous "pfttt" ing sound. but yeah, if you ever see me shaking with laughter and hear random squeaky noises, it's just me trying to shut up.
and of course having said that i break out laughing like an idiot. well it's not my fault that immy had to go write the following with respect to her and her boyfriend joining a kickboxing club, now is it?:
"I wanted to do kickboxing by myself but Mat won't let me. He's not having a bloody girlfriend who can bloody kick his head in."
12.35 p.m..!! weirdo scoreboard for yesterday: two. well, the first one wasn't a weirdo, it was just a nice girl, but it came out of the blue.
girl waves to me and yells "hey jennie!" - not a common occurance for me at school as i don't know anybody outside of class. "are those real?" i had no idea what she was referring to. my breasts? seemed unlikely. "you're eyes i mean? they're gorgeous, honey!" um. yes, they're real. (and for the record, so are my breasts. evidently.)
the second thing was a weirdo, though:
a man in his 60'ies wearing scrumpy clothes pass me on the street as i'm waiting for the bus and eating doritos. i catch a "well hey pretty lady!" - as i turn around he's stopped and pops the question... "will you marry me?" - i still wonder if i'd have said no if along with the words the most heinous breath hadn't come along. (as it was, i declined. he actually looked disappointed.)
12.47 p.m. and i'm thinking about halloween and it's only september but really, it's in my head. for the past week i've been seriously bothered with trying to think of a costume. the only thing i could remember suggesting last year was "new jersey girl" but i don't like spandex and i don't want to do that to my hair, and i definately don't need to mess up my accent any more, so that didn't work.
i was down to "i guess i'll be a witch again, i did bring the hat back from sweden" and hating it because really - the only three times i celebrate halloween and i dress up as witch:goth bunny: witch? pathetic. and then. last night. i got it!!
actually, it was gene's idea. we were extremely and utterly bored, and there was absolutely nothing on tv. therefore we ended up watching the cheerleading competition on espn. whaat? it's fun. it's extremely bizarr, they do things like 'sponge triple twists' and consist of a bunch of girls with contorted enormous 'smiles' and they do it all to incredibly strange german techno sounding music. what better way to spend an hour or two?
what sucked us in was the first team we watched because out of nowhere, out of the speakers came 'head like a hole' by nine inch nails. 20 cheerleaders complying with the line 'bow down before the one you serve' was simply too funny. it was the first time in years i ended up with soda in my nose from the intense shock.
so anyways. yes. i am going to be a cheerleader for halloween! well, naturally, a cheerleader with a twist. i'll resemble the cheerleaders from the "smells like teen spirit" video a whole lot more than the chirpy things on this competition, i can tell you that, and i'm all busy trying to think of where to find good pom poms and how to make my skirt look just right... hehehe.
12.59 p.m. - i leave!