Turns out Bob Hope's not dead after all. How disappointing. But man, how would it feel to know that a newspaper has already written your obituary? Talk about vultures circling over you. And the guy who announced the "sad news" to congress probably feels pretty dumb.
Went out with Katie and Chris last night. I felt icky, and they were in kind of a hurry to see "Truman". Don't ask me why....Jim Carrey needs to be shot. I did find out something interesting: Krisco's dating someone else right now....some dumb punk hardcore asshole. Wow, that girl's gonna be in rebound the rest of her life. According to Dirk, she used to say she hated this guy....desperation lowers your standards.
Dirk was being pissier than usual today. He was curt with me on the phone, and talking to me in that patronizing voice again. You know, the one he uses when he's talking to a girl who's going psycho. And all because my feelings were hurt, because he was "too busy" to hear about my fucked-up dream. Screw him. Dirk got to apologize a lot, and never got the benefit of hearing about the dream.
Practice was a waste of time, thanks to Charlie not showing. Aaron came with us to practice. An irritating experience, at best. I don't mind Dirk's brother so much, but Aaron kept making fun of Dirk, telling him that he's fat. At one point I just told Aaron to shut up. Aaron was sitting in on drums for us. He's not very good, but he's better than our old drummer was. Hell, when we recorded back in October, the guy who recorded us said that a retarded monkey would play drums better than our old drummer. So, I'm not really complimenting Aaron's talent very much. But he was pretty good, considering the fact that he rarely plays drums at all. He also made the ride to and from practice more fun, as well as insisting that Dirk give in to my demands for a tummy rub.
Dirk and I went through quite a few of the songs--having to teach them to Charlie is really slowing us down quite a bit. Dirk's gonna teach me a new song next week. I'm looking forward to it. The guy who we rent the space from is really nice....comes through and makes sure we're happy every week.
Went out with Dirk, got Doritos 3-D's, picked up a CPU from the side of the road (gonna see if that sucker works), took a nap. I woke up at 12:50, freaked, told Dirk to get the hell up and get the fuck out of my car, and drove off with the scent of burning rubber following me. Even driving 60 mph, I got home 10 minutes late. Luckily, my parents didn't notice.
My period's late. Again. (Yeah, I know, you wanted that daily dose of grossness) The point is, the later it is, the worse my hormone imbalance gets and the bitchier I am. Besides, I could be pregnant. Have I ever mentioned the fact that I detest children (with a few exceptions)?
Hi Glee!!
And please, please, I do want to get this stinking issue out this month. Please go to Ask Captain Margaret and ask me a question. The juicier, the better. If I make up a question on my own, it's going to be an attack on Krisco, whose life is pathetic enough already without me taking more potshots at her.