I'm a fleabit peanut monkey

//hearing: The Animals - When I Was Young
//thinking: sick!

Here's what's in my LJ (gasp):

Faking sick is fun, but sometimes I find I am so horrendously dramatic about everything that I must constantly remind myself that I'm not really sick.

Guess who's going to Mötley Crüe? No, of course it wouldn't be me. Jessica is going. Because she gets whatever she wants.

Frankly, I can't even see why she even wants to go. She doesn't even like Mötley Crüe. But of course that's not surprising... when it comes to Mrs. I'm-going-to-wear-a-Pink-Floyd-patch-so-people-can-think-I'm-so-totally-cool-and-I'll-impress-feeble-minded-teachers-and-then-I'll-say-that-I-think-the-60s-sucked-to-further-prove-that-I-know-nothing-of-the-bands-whose-patches-are-attached-to-my-bag-and-I'll-steal-Isabel's-list-of-favourite-Stones-albums-to-dubiously-display-to-people-that-I-"love"-the-Stones-but-I'll-still-say-the-60's-sucked-because-I'm-a-loser-who-cried-for-a-Gibson-and-I-don't-even-know-a-damn-chord.

In other news, I've only just begun regularly viewing American Dreams, and alas, the season is over. I'm so lucky, it's terrifying.

I'm not really sick..

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Staying home with a "sickness" and a body that's still fully functional, e.g. faking sick, pink eye, certainly reminds me of the time in November when I stayed home for about a week with pinkeye. It just so happened to be the week that the radio station [ROCK 107-5] was giving away Van Halen (Tucson) concert tickets once every hour; and yes, I did try my absolute best, as my cousin was supposed to take me but I never got in touch with him. It turns out Cristina was able to go, and she had tickets for her family and I, but they were brought upon her at just about the last minute. She called me in a rush. I was at Subway with my father and sister. I no longer eat there. I may be missing something.

So, Cristina got to go. I was so pissed that she didn't call me ... I called Linda, sobbing. I can't remember what I said; all I know is that Linda told Cristina what I did. I went to Marlene's house and the next day we were heading out the door to the mall when her phone rang. It was my mother. SHe told me that Cristina's mum had called her, and Cristina was crying and horrified, thinking I was pissed at her. I was pissed, really, but not at her. (Me: Damn Linda.) Later when I got home she spilled all, explaining to me why she was so worried, thinking our friendship was at stake. And so on. And the other day, she said, "I can't believe we're not going to talk anymore."

I asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we're going to lose touch eventually, with you at University."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're going to have your friends, I'm going to have mine."

Casually: "We're still going to keep in touch, though..."

"I'm not going to make a huge effort, then."

Outraged: "Well, I am! You think my going to University will just ruin everything? It only will if you make it! You think I'm just going to stop talking to you all of a sudden? I mean, if you'd like, I will."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean, exactly?"

I sincerely wanted to know.

"...I dunno."

"Well, even if I did go to Cholla, what's the chance we'll even have the same classes? Or the same lunch period, even? Does it matter what school I go to? You still only live 7 houses away."

"..."

And then I hung up. Fuck 'em, fuck 'em to hell.

And beyond.

So all I got out of the experience of missing a Van Halen concert was buying a week's worth of band shirts.

I mean, they're cool shirts, but still.

//hearing: The Zombies - Tell Her No
//thinking: Fun and regret, but not simultaneously.

So ... yesterday on 4th, we went to Kanella's, where they had the most amazing and original shift dresses I've ever seen. Unfortunately, they were all above my $30 budget. But, at least I know they're there. I didn't see the ruffly shirts. Or any cravats at all. I did see some ascots at How Sweet It Was though, but the lack of knowing what to wear them with prevented me from buying any. (Also, the fact that How Sweet It Was was the first shop we stopped at.) I did obtain, however, a gorgeous white peacoat from Creations. I suppose it's a bit late, or early, in the year to be buying a peacoat, but ah well, I would have bought one eventually. If I need to start reinventing my wardrobe (or acquiring one at all!), I need to begin very early.

I have finally taken the time to watch American Dreams, and alas, it is already coming to an end-- for this season, anyway. I'd only watched it once before, and I thought it took place in the fifties. I'm not much of a fifties kind of chick, so I didn't watch it anymore. Well, it turns out the scene I'd watched just so happened to be a flashback scene, taking place in the fiftes. (Lucky me!) I stumbled across it Wednesday night and right at that moment The Hollies (played by Fountaines of Wayne-- Haha!) happened to be on. I began to watch. And ongoing chatter occurred during the show of the Stones, and they made a bunch of references and things. So through this show I have discovered that America perhaps was not so positiively conservative in the 60s-- and there's always great music on this show. I've been checkin' the website. It's full of all those songs I remember from when I was three of four, and whenever I re-discover a song I heard as a child that I haven't heard nearly at all since then -- it's an undescribable feeling. (Only, that's how you'd describe it: undescribable. Right?)

So anyway. I missed the 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock on VH1 last night. I was to understand it was coming on at 1:00 AM, and the TVGuide channel said so.. but instead the Aerosmith Behind the Music came on. Normally I'd be excited to see that, but I had been anticipating the 100 Greatest since near September or perhaps August, and I was so pissed off that I just went to sleep. Was that a mistake, or what? I woke up later in the night to find that my television was still on, and the credits to the 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock were rolling up the side of the screen.

Fun for all!

//hearing: The Yardbirds - Goodnight Sweet Josephine (Version 2!)

//thinking: Threads.

As it turns out, some people have been forwarded onto my page from Google by searching for such things as: "cameltoes"; "emo usernames"; and "peace and happiness". This is all very flattering, really. I suppose since this diary is so recent, it's refreshing to click on a DiaryLand link and not be forwarded to a page that dates back to 1999.

I'm waiting for my sister to call. Any minute now. She's supposed to take me down 4th Ave to get me some new threads. Well, not really. Not anything more than $4 anyway. But I suppose I can find something at one of the numerous thrift stores down there. Or maybe some hippie can help me scrimp for change. Either way, we better go soon, because it's almost 2. (Well, it's half 1 anyway.) And you know what that means. (Neither do I.)

Ok so ... my sister just got here. So I guess we're leaving now. And we're going to have fun.

...

Jealous.