Wouldn't you be a little creeped out? Also: stud, or lipring? Booger? [My webcam is fixed, my camera is broken, and GET A JOB, YOU BUM.]
I finally got my god-forsaken webcam installed on my laptop. It worked just fine on my previous laptop, but it never really did on this one. Then I lost the installation disk, and all that fun stuff, then was just too lazy to look for a replacement for it. I found one online, earlier, and though it proved a b*tch to install...voilà.
More of an excuse to be a cam-whore. That's...great.
Also, I think I need to invest in a black septum ring. The silver always looks like a booger in pictures. I could get a black labret stud to match, too, I guess. Maybe just put a lipring in, instead?
I posted that picture to Facebook earlier, and my mom commented that I look hungover in it. Not fair. If I'm going to look hung-over, I should be allowed to have had the fun of getting drunk the night before, then. I feel kind of jipped.
--
Speaking of which, my camera is six kinds of broken. That makes me incredibly sad, but with how many mosh pits it somehow managed to survive over the years, that it's lasted this long is pretty miraculous. I've got my eye on a new one, that's on sale at work. Marked down 40% until Sunday, so I'm going to have to jump on that. Maybe I'll put it on layaway, though, since I can't really afford to buy it outright right now.
My mom found out about that, and I think she's talking to my father about getting me a camera for Christmas - a good camera. As in, one I could never afford to buy on my own, on my sh*tty salary. I'm very touched by this; I don't ever expect to be spoiled by them, but Christmas is always a time when they seem to say, "F*ck it," and really surprise my brother and I. I won't complain, at any rate. We never grew up spoiled, so a yearly treat like that is all right by us.
--
I'm talking to a girl I used to be good friends with, right now. I didn't know Facebook had a chat system until it just...came up. Weird. I still don't like Facebook, and that's one of the reasons. No privacy, at all. This girl is irritating me, though. She's my age, has no drivers' license because she can't be bothered, and has been saying the same old story since high school: "I don't have a job yet, no one is hiring."
That excuse can only work for so long, you know? A few months, sure, you can let that one slide. Three years? Not so much. Stop being uppity, and get your *ss to McDonalds so you can pick up an application. No job is "beneath" you if you don't even have a job in the first place. Beggers can't be choosers. Though after three years, I just have to assume you're not even trying anymore.
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Last night was kind of weird. Two of the female roommates had their boys over, and I had mine over. We watched "Repo! the Genetic Opera," because two of the boys and Becca had yet to see it, and afterward there was a small silence and much awkwardness.
"So...yeah. Upstairs. Bye." Becca grabbed her boy and ran upstairs with him, and soon the other female roommate and her guy followed. Thank god. I still don't like that guy. He creeps me out, and it creeps me out that the only reason she started showing interest was because he reminded her so much of an ex. She can't have said ex, because he lives in another state, and she only sees him when he's on tour with his band and they come through Cleveland, but that guy is kind of a douchebag anyway so I never thought it was much of a loss to her. (Don't ask who the band guy is, anyway; there's no use, because I'm not saying it. Just know he's both a guitarist, and a douche. He's a multi-tasker.)
But this new guy, he looks just like him, and he just tries way too hard. Leather jacket, bandana, motorcycle? Way to go, Fonzie. Plus, I mean...she's always going on to him, "Oh my god, you are just so totally like insert-band-guy's-name-here," and he just goes with it! "Oh, man, you're totally right!" I have to wonder what he's really after (or not wonder at all) if he's really just sitting back and putting up with that. Even better; she's always making comments like, "Only, you don't have dreads, like he did..." "Well, lucky for you, I'm growing my hair out to dread it! WOW AWESOME COINCIDENCE, RIGHT?"
Maybe I'm totally off. Maybe, just because he also reminds me of the band guy and that guy is a douchebag, I'm letting those feelings transfer over to him unfairly, and I'm judging him circumstantially.
Or...maybe I have a right to be creeped out. That I'm not the only person in this house that views him in the exact same way is a bit of a consolation. I don't know. I'm not even going to say anything to her - either she can see it, or she just doesn't care. I dunno.
--
I was feeling really b*tchy when I woke up this afternoon, but Branden, the lone male roommate, cheered me up by dragging me into his room so we could watch a few "Flight of the Conchords" episodes together. Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie crack me up, and that did help to make me feel better. You know what else makes me feel better?
Unhealthy junk food. Aw, yeah.
More of an excuse to be a cam-whore. That's...great.
Also, I think I need to invest in a black septum ring. The silver always looks like a booger in pictures. I could get a black labret stud to match, too, I guess. Maybe just put a lipring in, instead?
I posted that picture to Facebook earlier, and my mom commented that I look hungover in it. Not fair. If I'm going to look hung-over, I should be allowed to have had the fun of getting drunk the night before, then. I feel kind of jipped.
--
Speaking of which, my camera is six kinds of broken. That makes me incredibly sad, but with how many mosh pits it somehow managed to survive over the years, that it's lasted this long is pretty miraculous. I've got my eye on a new one, that's on sale at work. Marked down 40% until Sunday, so I'm going to have to jump on that. Maybe I'll put it on layaway, though, since I can't really afford to buy it outright right now.
My mom found out about that, and I think she's talking to my father about getting me a camera for Christmas - a good camera. As in, one I could never afford to buy on my own, on my sh*tty salary. I'm very touched by this; I don't ever expect to be spoiled by them, but Christmas is always a time when they seem to say, "F*ck it," and really surprise my brother and I. I won't complain, at any rate. We never grew up spoiled, so a yearly treat like that is all right by us.
--
I'm talking to a girl I used to be good friends with, right now. I didn't know Facebook had a chat system until it just...came up. Weird. I still don't like Facebook, and that's one of the reasons. No privacy, at all. This girl is irritating me, though. She's my age, has no drivers' license because she can't be bothered, and has been saying the same old story since high school: "I don't have a job yet, no one is hiring."
That excuse can only work for so long, you know? A few months, sure, you can let that one slide. Three years? Not so much. Stop being uppity, and get your *ss to McDonalds so you can pick up an application. No job is "beneath" you if you don't even have a job in the first place. Beggers can't be choosers. Though after three years, I just have to assume you're not even trying anymore.
--
Last night was kind of weird. Two of the female roommates had their boys over, and I had mine over. We watched "Repo! the Genetic Opera," because two of the boys and Becca had yet to see it, and afterward there was a small silence and much awkwardness.
"So...yeah. Upstairs. Bye." Becca grabbed her boy and ran upstairs with him, and soon the other female roommate and her guy followed. Thank god. I still don't like that guy. He creeps me out, and it creeps me out that the only reason she started showing interest was because he reminded her so much of an ex. She can't have said ex, because he lives in another state, and she only sees him when he's on tour with his band and they come through Cleveland, but that guy is kind of a douchebag anyway so I never thought it was much of a loss to her. (Don't ask who the band guy is, anyway; there's no use, because I'm not saying it. Just know he's both a guitarist, and a douche. He's a multi-tasker.)
But this new guy, he looks just like him, and he just tries way too hard. Leather jacket, bandana, motorcycle? Way to go, Fonzie. Plus, I mean...she's always going on to him, "Oh my god, you are just so totally like insert-band-guy's-name-here," and he just goes with it! "Oh, man, you're totally right!" I have to wonder what he's really after (or not wonder at all) if he's really just sitting back and putting up with that. Even better; she's always making comments like, "Only, you don't have dreads, like he did..." "Well, lucky for you, I'm growing my hair out to dread it! WOW AWESOME COINCIDENCE, RIGHT?"
Maybe I'm totally off. Maybe, just because he also reminds me of the band guy and that guy is a douchebag, I'm letting those feelings transfer over to him unfairly, and I'm judging him circumstantially.
Or...maybe I have a right to be creeped out. That I'm not the only person in this house that views him in the exact same way is a bit of a consolation. I don't know. I'm not even going to say anything to her - either she can see it, or she just doesn't care. I dunno.
--
I was feeling really b*tchy when I woke up this afternoon, but Branden, the lone male roommate, cheered me up by dragging me into his room so we could watch a few "Flight of the Conchords" episodes together. Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie crack me up, and that did help to make me feel better. You know what else makes me feel better?
Unhealthy junk food. Aw, yeah.
Posted on September 26th, 2009 at 01:43am
The new guy sounds like a douche too, I don't blame you for disliking either.
The picture looks nice, not hungover.
Benjamin Barker, September 26th, 2009 at 12:57:41pm
Flight of the Conchords, proving Kiwis can have talent.
TheFountainhead, September 26th, 2009 at 11:04:34am
You're really pretty! And you look weirdly familiar to me...
ILoveFrerard, September 26th, 2009 at 06:58:03am
You don't look hungover! I think it's pretty!
I like Monroe's on some people.Certain people...it just doesn't go with their face. Even though no where in here did you mention that.XD
Your journals crack me up.Your a great writer!
brooke._.dasright., September 26th, 2009 at 04:03:48am
your journals serve for a good read.
Reminds me that there are sane people on here.
Flight of the Concords :]
I was listening to them not too long ago.
And, did you know, Bret is in 'The Black Seeds,' which is a nz reggae band.
:]
Looouise, September 26th, 2009 at 03:09:05am
I loveee Flight of the Concords.
I'd touch their sugar lumps anyday.
for the birds, September 26th, 2009 at 02:15:53am
You're pretty.
:D
yo., September 26th, 2009 at 02:10:25am
v You should see him perform live. Extra douchey, and yet he still manages to keep up with the songs. Amazing!
I don't know what this guy's deal is, but I'm not quite comfortable with having him around all the time, you know? I don't want to be creeped out in my own house.
Jinxeh, September 26th, 2009 at 02:00:33am
Just know he's both a guitarist, and a douche. He's a multi-tasker.
Serious talent.
Sounds like maybe the new guy really likes your roommate so he's just...doing what he can to get in her good graces (including becoming a copy of the other guy). Not that that makes it any less creepy.
Audrey T., September 26th, 2009 at 01:57:26am