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Pre-week babblings

I can't sleep. Yes, I know it is remotely early for my bed time, but the wind is keeping me up. We've been experiencing a pretty nasty Nor'easter this weekend, and it hasn't failed in keeping me chilled to the bone. I know for a fact that I am not the only one around here asking: WHERE THE HELL IS SPRING?

I found out that sister #2 has a myspace. She's my little sister. So what else can big sista do? Delete it. CALM DOWN--I haven't done it yet. But I'm seriously considering it. She's only 11½ years old, for God's sake!

This weekend I have perfected the art of crying on a dime. When my dad told me I sucked at softball, wrestling on the living room floor, when my sister said the dress my mother bought me looked as if Mrs. Doubtfire wore it--yeah, I'm becoming a master. No, I'm not a baby. But it gets people apologizing--and pretty damn fast. :)

I'm still battling through the huge novel known as My Sister's Keeper. Yeah, I know that it's been under the "Checked Out" section for a while now, but I've been damn busy so--as my capricious, smallest sister says--BACK OFF!!

If you get a chance, check out the video under my "Stuck In My Head" section. I normally put auto-play mp3s there, but I couldn't find one that plays this Queensryche song. Yes, I copy and pasted that--I have no idea how to spell 'Queensryche'. If anyone knows what that word means, I would sincerely like to know. But, back to the song--I've had it stuck in my head for two weeks now since it was played on Supernatural. That episode--'Heart'--had me crying. Awesome song, even if it is an MTV video from before I was born. :)

Well, I'm out, out to face the flood (overstatement) raging outside my door, the dreary overcast weather that's going to linger all week, school (a drag, as usual), and did I mention this is Model week for YAG? Yeah, I just so happened to forget. BAH!
I still have to get some more dress clothes. Eeek!

Adíos, amigos.

Comments

Emma said…
yay! i can't believe somebody actually sought my fashion advice!
and to think. two minutes ago i was slobbing around in sweats.
okay, i'm still in my fat-girl pants and sweatshirt. so what.
i don't know about you but i get really stressy about traveling and like to feel like i have some really cute reserve items in my bag that will...at the risk of sounding like a crappy seventeen cover issue...pull outfits together. for example, if you have something that's not TOO daring and avant-garde yet still kind of trendsetting while of course making you look great, for example, a fantastic pair of jeans or a great yet not too hellishly uncomfortable pair of shoes or jacket, i would pack that. and if you have babydoll dresses that can double as shirts, etc., def. bring those because they are so helpful and time-savey while still looking kind of cool.

okay, i've babbled sufficiently for now about complete randomosity. just one more thing. MYSPACE AT ELEVEN AND A HALF? crikey. i hope your sister's at least old for her age. i mean, what do you even do on myspace at eleven and a half?
April 17, 2007 at 10:42:00 PM EDT
Emma said…
oh, one more thing. shrugs might be over, but a cute little wrap or something over a casual dress, along with some nice shoes (heels, but not hooker-y) usually does the "dressy but not too dressy" trick.
April 17, 2007 at 10:45:00 PM EDT
Alex said…
aha! thats why i couldn't get to your blog! i got all confused and pissed off.... ahhh being a teenager.

oh and go ahead and delete your sisters myspace. im not ALLOWED to have one until im 14 (one month 10 days people!!!), so just out of spite she shouldnt be able to have one. *laughs evilly* (evilly?)
April 17, 2007 at 10:53:00 PM EDT
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