"drunk girls know that love is an astronaut..."

my wifi is back. thank goddddd. im so ashamed of how dependent i am on my wireless network. i felt so chained to the ethernet cable.

i can't wait for my macbook to come. i need to get an adapter for my guitar cable so i can fully take advantage of all the eargasmic glory garageband has to offer

i've been watching dawson's creek. LORD HAVE MERCY its true i dont have anything better to do with my time. well i probably do; i just dont feel like cleaning or doing laundry either. anyways, it's like secret life of the american teenager, but super 90's.

i went to the doctors today, to get my immunization paperwork filled out. i was there for like 2 hours. i was THIS close to falling asleep on the lofted benchy thing they have in the doctors offices.

my phone randomly stopped working. it wouldn't send or receive calls or text messages. it made me feel really unsafe, like if someone tried to kill me i would have to use the *gasp* LAND LINE to call for help, but he could just pick up the phone somewhere else in the house and hear what i was saying. i think my dad used to eavesdrop on my calls when i used the house phone, in like middle school. i feel like he would. his recon would be impressive if it wasn't so disconcerting.

for example, the other day he was like, hey we havent seen your friend hannah in a while. and i was like, what are you talking about? she came over today! and he was like, AH I KNEW IT because there were too many dishes in the dishwasher for one person, (especially spoons) and an apple juice box had been consumed, and apparently i am not known for drinking apple juice boxes. which was interesting, because i actually WAS the one who had consumed the apple juice. anyway, the way his mind works never ceases to astound me.

i don't like posting in paragraph form.
my thoughts don't flow in paragraph form
at all...


{{"drunk girls" - lcd soundsystem}}