The Look

wearing: roots sleepy pants, "party zone" t-shirt
eating: this mini sponge cake thingie with strawberries and chocolate sauce and just a touch of icing sugar for astHetics!
listening to: gutter glitter by switchblade symphony

An idea came to me after giving The Mother pigtails and telling her she had 'horse hair', then giggling and hiding from her wrath behind the bathroom door - next year I want to do my hair like A Flock of Seagulls for picture day! I mean, in the past I've looked geeky, stoned, and like Michael Jackson in my yearbook photos - I'm not going to look jaw-droppingly gorgeous, so I might as well have fun with it! Calling all girls, homos and meterosexuals... Anneliese needs a new 'do and she wants YOU!
This idea came to me about the same time as did another. This said 'other' idea involved having a son with George Lucas and bestowing upon him the name 'Rudolph'.

...just keep it on the down 'lo.

Anyways, about that Boring Depressed Girl... she's pretty weird, eh? Seriously though, I've been having ridiculous mood swings ever since The Maestro and his stupid shit... Some days I feel like the poster girl for Paxil, I just get stuck in a 'low' until, if I can finally get to sleep, I sleep myself out of it.
I know in the overall picture of the world I don't have it bad at all, but it still really bites my ass. I must have been retarded to enable myself to get hurt like that. That, and I got wrapped up with an insensitive prick. Not to create the wrong impression or anything - when it comes to The Maestro he can offer you the caviar of friendships, but if you "like" eachother he'll just lead you on for as long as you'll allow it or until it gets to a point where he doesn't know what to do anymore. He acts like he doesn't even feel human emotions, but I know that he does. He just can't cope. And it's frustrating as hell... at this point my instincts, my intuition, if you will, are still being a bitch. Quite disagreeable... oh, you rebel you. ...Why am I me?

Cheerio!