ok. not a good day. not bad, but not good to say the least. waiting on a fairly important response that i'm 95% sure i'm not going to get (at least, in a positive manner.) made cookies, fudge, and choc covered pretzels yesterday. decided i wanted to be a cake designer/chef. went to school. did some silly things. saw a girl stick her hand down her pants, and, when describing it, might have mentioned the word "masturbation" really loud, allowing the whole class to turn and look at me. it wasn't particularly embarrassing, it was just so funny, i wanted to keep telling the story.
what's wrong with me? why can't someone want to go see a stupid movie with me? i don't know. i'm weird. i thought it was gonna happen, but it didn't. i'm just...stupid, i guess.
but whatever. i guess i can always pull a sylvia plath and stick my head in the oven. except, our oven's electric, so i think the worst thing i could do is bake myself. by the way, just kidding.
to prove i'm just kidding, let me tell you about the fudge.
"it looks like crap, but it tastes like paradise."
allright.
4 comments:
driving me mad:
back in 6th grade, when you wrote that paper about purple monkeys and dishwashers, did you get the idea from a simpsons episode? because on the internet, there is a lot of speculation about that phrase which I have never thought of before... hmm... gives a whole new meaning to the TPMA I guess.
i have no idea what i got it from kelsie. that was almost 4 years ago. all i know is we started talking about the cows and the monkeys and dishwashers at some pt in the 6th grade.
purple monkeys rock
*agrees with simone*
it doesn't matter, i was just wondering. i suppose it's all the better if there's no reason :)
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