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[Jul. 7th, 2008|04:12 am] |
The basics! My name's Rhiannon, and this is going to be my attempt at a daily journal sort of thing. I've never really, in my entire life, been able to keep up with a diary or anything of the sort; I always wrote in it about once every 3 or 4 weeks. But, I always have bunches of thoughts bouncing around uncontrollably in my head at the end of the day. Here's a disclaimer, though:
I may not post like, every day. Normally, my thoughts at the end of the say aren't put into journals or blogs, but are shared with a great guy named Nick. This is Nick:
[and this is when the crowd of druggies in a misshapen circle say "Hi Nick." all dirgey.]
So, Nick basically is my vent for all of my emotions. He's like a cum dumpster, if by 'cum,' I mean 'emotions.' (: I love the boy to pieces. I really, really want to be with him, and he recently announced to me that he's in love with me. I, honest to God, would be with the boy, if it weren't for the fact that:
1.) We met online.
2.) We've never met in person.
3.) He lives in Lebanon, Oregon.
Ugh. So, supposing Nick and I dated, I would sincerely hope it doesn't turn out like my other oh-so-fucking successful internet relationship. Blah. I wish I could rid myself of Steven foreverrrr.
I hope he gets killed in some freakish gay orgy in the Navy. Bon voyage, asswipe! <3
SO~~~
to the real deep, down investigation of my day.
Today BLEW. The only really good part about today, I guess, would be watching dailies for the show. I mean, like... one of the tapes fucked up, but it was still funny. Oh, and not to mention that I severely need a haircut. I look like an emo kid's wet dream on camera.
The look I'm shooting for? Not quite.
There's really two different options I have for my hair. Nombre une:
Bill Kaulitz, Tokio Hotel. I love that man. He is the prettiest man alive and I swear to God, the first time I saw him, I thought he was a woman. And his hair is fucking amazing. Only problem with it, though, is that it would be so unwieldley! I mean, just to get it done, I'd have to get my hair razored, layered, dyed, and highlighted... which Jewcus said, all in al, he could get a girl to do for $100. My hair would be dead by the time it was all said and done... but god damn I want that hair.
Option nombre deux:
This is this girl Manna on MySpace. She's this like, totally scene girl, but her hair looked really good like this. This one, I like because it's semi-normal, I wouldn't have to do a lot of cutting or dying, and it's easy to manage. But, problem: MY HAIR AIN'T THAT LONG. So I'd probably have to wait a while to do this and I'm SICK AND FUCKIN' TIRED of looking like an emo skunk on camera.
But, I must admit, a lot of the skunk look comes from my eyeliner, but that's toofuckinbad because I look like shit in normal eyeliner.
:/ Yeah, I'm kinda just killing time right now while waiting for Nick to get home from seeing Hancock with some friends. The 3-hour time difference sucks major. But it's nice to talk to him when I'm partially dazed and dead on the phone. (:
So, I've got summer school in the morning with Anthony Kiedis and I wanna fuck with the layout on my journal a little more before I hand the computer over to my brother and I start to play Katamari or some weird, tripped-out game.
Latazzzz~~~ |
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