December 31

December 31, 2007. Actually, right now it's January 1. HAPPY TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHT, YOU MYSPACE WHORES, YOU! But anyway, I have been stalling with blogs. So I have a blog that is relatively new. Actually now that I think about it, it was just yesterday. But I had had other things to type about a few days ago. But anyways, yesterday I had a lot to do. I had written out all the things I had to do. Chores, research report, a tape recording for Jenna, and then I was going to work on Harpax scripts. So after I had done my recording, and after my chores, I had to drop off the tape record at Jenna's house. On my way there, I was thinking about Harpax, and my digital camcorder. I suddenly realized... why it is called a "camcorder". The cam part, obviously camera. Then I realized the "corder" part and no, it is not "quarter". It comes from "recorder" and I felt really stupid for not realizing. So later that evening I was working on my Harpax scripts. LAWLZ PETAR GETZ KNOCKED OUT. AND WAKES UP IN A FORREST. haha. So like every night, I hate going to sleep early. I always just kinda wait for people to IM me. But the only person normally on as late as I am is Sean. And all he really has to talk about is music. And guitar. Et cetera. It's really quite annoying and boring. But anyways, I was thinking about how I was going to Petar's house for New Years (today). And I was thinking how we're both not having dates for New Years. We were both GOING to have dates. But Tati couldn't come over, and Sean and I are kind of no more. So sitting there with no one to talk to, I felt really sad and bored and lonely. There was just a tear in my eye and I go over to the mirror.. and the thing looks like it is attached to my eye, but at the same time falling over my eyelid. So I tilted my head and the tear fell slightly from the corner of my eye. Then I decide "lawlz, I'm gonna bring it back INTO my eye." so I tilt my head back. I feel it go back because it's a really cold, almost stinging feeling. So back and forth I went, watching the tear move back and out again, and that is how I cheered myself up. It wasn't a sad tear anymore, it was my tear of amusement.

Today, at Petar's house, he gave me awsome hair. I do this cool flippy thing, where I flip my hair the opposite way. He has ULTRA STICK hair spray. So now my hair is fricking awsome. I'll put pictures up in a few minutes.

Here I am again, driving on a dark night, and I wonder if tonight will be my crash. And I'm thinking, "Well, at least I'll die with cool hair." And despite the seriousness of the topic, I made myself laugh on the inside at my stupid remark.