I came here to get down.
I've been up all night. Birds are starting to chirp and soon the sad women next door will be coming out to smoke their cigarettes. I need to stop sleeping these crazy hours. You know what? it is hard for me to write when I am not feeling like a total fuck up. Only now when I realise that I have stayed up all night watching episodes of 30 rock on my computer; a tv show I don't even like, do I feel slightly inspired to write. All day and night I feel I have nothing to say but when I look at my room in the 6:16 AM light I feel like I need to tell someone about it.Here is a guide to my desk at this hour.
1. the first item is a bottle shampoo. I acquired this bottle yesterday when I bought red hair dye on a whim. I have since dyed my hair red and as expected it is not a particularly good look for me. My hair colour was probably fine before but my hair is distressingly short now and I was bored of it. I would also like to mention that I have some sort of mental disease when it comes to hair products. I hoard this stuff. I specifically chose the brand of hair dye I chose because it came with this shampoo and I have been meaning to try it but I had cut myself off from buying any more shampoo. When I moved here a month and a half ago I was very strict with myself about the amount of hair products I could actually take with me. I allowed myself two bottles of shampoo reasoning that the second bottle of shampoo could be like a portable shampoo in case I ever go stay somewhere overnight. Since I moved in with my two bottles of shampoo I have acquired four more bottles, bringing the total shampoo count up to six. Three of the kinds of shampoos I own smell like coconut.
2. These are some earrings. I put them in for a bit at around three in the morning and kinda put my hair up. It was to make myself feel pretty or whatever. I took them out after an hour or two.
3. This is a prepaid long distance card I have no use for that I got for christmas I think. I dunno why it's there or why I bothered to mention it.
4. This is a dollar store treasure chest I painted gold some time between 1 o'clock in the morning and now. I bought it to keep my jewelry in. I put some earrings and crap in there. I debated. Some times I like to think about if the word jew as in jew-ish is somehow the root of the world jewelry. I know it's not but I like to imagine ways that it could be.
5. I ate beans I cooked in the microwave out of this at some point in time. party.
6. Painting I painted a week ago-ish. I need to make a few changes to it still but I left my paints at Amanda's house. I might change it so that she's wearing a tie.
7. is a man's wallet I bought for myself a weeks back and it was the smartest idea ever. Womens wallets suck because they all have zippers. I have decided that this is some kind of giant statement about women versus men like women are supposed be prim and I dunno, have time to be doing up wallet zippers. WELL NOT THIS CHICK; I'M TAKING BACK THE NIGHT.
whatever, you could also say item number 7 is my computer where I am writing this shitty post.
8. That is scissors. I sat around cutting my split ends for a bit.
9. I went to the trouble of going out and renting season two of arrested development today only to discover at midnight when I went to watch it, that my computer is in fact, only equipped with a cd drive; not the dvd drive that I paid for. The receipt showing I was supposed to get a dvd drive is under item number 5. I am kind of extremely pissed off about this. I don't want to bring my computer back to the fucking retarded place I bought it from because I am too filled with rage towards them but I do not want to pay for a dvd drive elsewhere because I already paid for it. ugh.
10. That is forty dollars I took it out of my wallet because it is supposed to be "savings" for 4000$ braces. unhg
11. That's a bucket of loner earrings and earrings I don't like enough to let them live in the gold treasure chest. Stay in the shitty miniature bucket you fucking losers.
Okay I am setting my alarm for noon, this has to stop, bye. |
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