faerish_elfen

11:18 am: ???????
I turned off the flashlight and ignored the old guy loading things into his truck across the street and traveled up into the alleyways in between the houses. I was between 1705 and 1707. The flashlight was off (so I couldn't flash it around to ease my fears of a black widow rushing me from unseen corner, although what a flashlight would do in this case is NOTHING. I should have brought some alcohol in a spray bottle and a lighter for that), I was totally sure that somebody was going to look out the window and go,"What the HELL is this girl doing out there? Peeking in our windows?" and blast me for that


Then I think I heard a back door open and somebody come out. I think I heard chains rattling

But my shin splints are acting up, my slippers are totally soaked through because it was raining earlier, and I have only a couple of paragraphs on my talk done. But for some reason I feel a bit happy. Though I totally shouldn't because I still don't have a clear target. But at least I'm doing something.

12:03 am: Fuck!
God passed me over when he was handing out the math skillz. I flunked my final exam in math. I got a 32%.

We had a test on friday. I failed that, too. Got a 58%. However, my math teacher told me that there had been a "big improvement."

You know you really suck at math when your teacher practically congratulates you on getting a 58%.

There is no way to describe how incredibly dumb I feel right now.

04:03 am: Gee golly goshes!
I went to my new jazz ballet class last night. I was rather scared, because my body is as flexible as a ruler.

Until I realized everybody else was just as bad and just as scared as I was. Whew, what a relief! It's hard doing jazz ballet after doing so much tap though. Jazz is much more fluid and when I do it's kind of... stiff, alright. >.< I miss tap really bad. It's like being homesick. I can't wait for my solo, but then I remember I won't progress very much in there. In fact, I'll probably go backwards. Darn, I wish my parents had the money for two classes.

04:20 pm: Fruitylicious
Now that the holiday season is drawing to a close, what are you going to do with it? You know what I mean by it. The fruitcake! Don't let it fester! And-ack-don't throw it away! The homeless people don't want to have to dig through the trash at the garbage dump and come across your fruitcake quietly developing its own eco system! How could you?!

Simplify things. Ease your conscience. Give Animal2020 your fruitcake this year.

09:40 pm: Ugh, I'm sick. Sick, sick, sick. I'm tired of the same stupid magical girl stories.
Like, seriously, I'm not going to debate the dress vs. pants issue here. But what about all those freakin' decorations they put on it. How are they supposed to fight in all of those without tripping or fumbling with them?

And then let's talk about their personalities. Their personalities are all the same! I mean, look at Usagi (Sailor Moon), Hikaru (Magic Knight Rayearth), and Ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew). They all have the same personality! They're all the same! I mean, cripes! They're the same ditzy, clumsy, bubble-headed girls that everybody loves.

Hasn't everybody thought about the fact that saving the world isn't supposed to be about looking cute?

All of my superheroes are going to have zits. More than their fair share.

06:10 pm: My trip to the mall
SALES GUY: Happy holidays! Can I help you!

ME: Omigosh, you're so cute!

Being a female has never been better. Maybe this prairie girl skirt isn't as bad as I thought. *checks*


SALES GUY: I DON'T HAVE ANY PANTS ON!

ME: Here's your MONEY. Shut-up and go away!

ME: *grudgingly giving him my check card* Aren't you a bit old for this?

SALES GUY: No.

01:47 pm: Please, please, please. I am never going on a family Christmas trip ever. This one begins to rival The Great Family Disaster Trip.

Sooo, we drive down to Belleair Beach, arrive and the hotel, open the trunk and realize....

WE FORGOT THE SUITCASE.

I mean, of all things we could do... So Dad and I had to drive back to get it because all of my dance things were in it. After, of course, we sorted out the whole,"WE REQUESTED A NON-SMOKING ROOM YOU MORONS, SO ANSWER OUR COMPLAINT ALREADY," ordeal sorted out.

Then going back home the car breaks down. Again.

Never again. Never again am I traveling with both my parents at the same time. Even they have said so. These kinds of things never happen when they travel separately. And I should know, because I've traveled with them alone before.

So it's not really a Johnson family curse. It's a Mom and Dad curse.

However, my dance competition went unusually good. The judges seemed especially pleased, even though I messed up on the arms a bit. I find the judges really like Kids In Motion Dances. At least we don't do stupid rap songs that don't sound right because the stereo can't handle it. And, heaven forbid, use the same mismatching costumes.

10:04 pm: You know what the scariest thing in the world is? To be going to the bathroom, innocently pick up a newspaper besides the toilet and began to read about some guy in some trial and then feel a prickly-brushie feeling on your arm.

Then find out that it is a spider with all legs and a speck for a body.

Yes, today we also went shopping for a dress for the christmas thingy. I said I'd just wear Samantha's old prom dress or something, but nooooo my parents won't stand for that. I guess they don't want me to feel all angsty or something, like all those teens in the movies. Never mind we're in the financial pits.


So, yes, we went to a store on the other side of town, near the temple. So it stocks only modest dresses. (Except for a rack of otherwise).

I want to know what these people think I am. BARBIE?!!! NEVER MIND THE FACT IF BARBIE WAS A REAL PERSON SHE WOULD BE WALKING ON ALL FOURS!

We had to go up to a size six. And it was STILL snug. Not only that but ALL of the dresses we tried on were a foot too long and were gapping at the shoulders. ::cringes::