Wednesday, 17 December 2008
10:08:14 PM (GMT)
December 17 2008 CLARE
SORRY ABOUT LATENESS. I was watching a crappy Disney channel movie and completely
lost track of the time >>
...And now I'm realizing that Booey's probably in Thursday right now, so... I'M SORRY
So today was kind of a crap day again... I'm realizing I have EVERY SINGLE CLASS with
this boy in my grade. :O
And we did Secret Santas today too.
[Begin Clare's spoiled little girl inside her]
I was somehow expecting something good from the person buying me a present... He's
friends with one of my friends, who told him, when he asked her, that he should get
me something like a band T-shirt or whatever.
So this was like last week and I was like OMG YEY <3
Then today I kind of saw him at Duane Reade with this little stuffed Santa in his
hand and I pretty much immediately knew "that's for me" but it didn't really hit me
until he gave it to me in class. So I had my little Santa while one girl had an
entire makeup kit, another girl got an iPod case, someone else got a book she loved,
I gave my own Secret Santa a perfume from Victoria's Secret... and pretty much all I
did all class was shred the plastic cups from the drinks we had while feeling sorry
for myself while at the same time feeling like a little spoiled bitch. Which is how
life goes for me usually.
[End Clare's ungratefulness]
Besides that today was just... bleh. I had to wake up early [Wednesdays I have to be
at school a full hour earlier >> Meaning I wake up at six. AY.] and then it was just
bore, bore, BORE +snooze+
I went shopping after school... I had no money... I felt fat when these jeans I loved
that were 30% off 80$ were too small for me by liek A GAZILLION FUCKING SIZES.
I realized also that as much as I love my hair...
...A), it never keeps up looking good throughout the day and
...B), it doesn't match ANY SINGLE FUCKING JACKET.
And to top things all off, my godfather is visiting today [which I'm happy about
because I haven't seen him in a while], but -AH, THE FATAL BUT- my room is part my
room, part guest room, meaning...
I'VE BEEN KICKED OUT OF MY OWN ROOM INTO MY SISTER'S ROOM. Which is fine, don't get
me wrong, but she took ALL THE SHEETS onto her bed so I have none, and it's so...
empty in there.
And now that I've finished ranting to you [I'll be surprised if I get any comments on
this crap anyway] I'm going to go shower and sleep.