10.21.2001
 
You know what irritates me? People who aren't at all forgiving.

For example, Cristin. In general, she can and often is quite the bitch. Sure, I playfully molested her (read: pinched her) at the party at Alexus', but I made it perfectly clear that I was completely joking. And just last night I came out to her (which she further irritated me by answering with a "i know that already" when that was only pure speculation, not even word-of-mouth) (at that point I wanted to scream liar in her ear) but... well, I open the conversation with a hello (she says "cant talk") and then I apologize (which she says: "shut up u molester"). Honestly, GIVE ME A FUCKING CHANCE.

Yesterday felt much like a Bollywood film. I experienced the full range of human emotion from anger/annoyance (stupid grandma in the morning) to inspired and motivated (3 hours at art) to elated and maudlin (Our Town) to pensive (only customers at Diamond China while the staff ate their dinner).

And right now I'm trying to drown out the world listening to my Corrs songs. Grandma had me move over the furniture she bought from the garage sale yesterday and filled it with the dolls as planned... my god it looks horrendous! If I had the time I would do some major redecoration of my room but alas I have none.

Not to mention that my mom's OCD will flare up when she comes down to see it. She was pretty pissed when the fixtures came up on the walls and the tassles on the lampshade and the new curtains that don't quite match went up as well.

Grandma's being an even bigger ass now. I was working on my Japanese homework and she had to go up on her pedestal which she acquired during WW2... screw you grandma. If you're so anti-japanese you shouldn't be using all the technology in this household...

Then again the extent of her use of technology is the b/w TV and 10 year old vacuum cleaner.

I have no patience to deal with these people.

And concert tonight instead of church. Yay.

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