Pumpkin Wings

Today is such a crappy day. Mum woke me up around 6:30 as usual, and despite going to bed early (for me) yesterday, at 10 pm, I was extremely tired and felt kinda sick. Crawled out of bed way too late and had to take my breakfast with me and run to the bus. The train ride went well (unlike yesterday, when the train was 15 minutes late and then went so slowly, by the time it got to Handen, where my school is, it was 30 minutes late). First lesson was OK, then during the second lesson I started feeling really ill, so afterwards I told the teacher I wouldn’t come back after the lunch break, and went to the train station to go home. The fucking train was cancelled. I could barely keep my eyes open. Now I’m finally home (well, I’ve been home for 2 hours, and I haven’t the slightest clue what I’ve actually been doing these two hours, except patching Sims 3 just to find out that it still doesn’t work). Lots of parentheses today! The only good thing about this day so far is that my Flying Spaghetti Monster top arrived. Oh, I forgot to mention, Robert wasn’t in school so I didn’t even have someone to spy on. Boo.

Tuesday was a really bizarre day. I can’t gather up the energy to write about it in detail atm, even though I intended to, but the most bizarre thing of all: some woman in my class asked me if she could hire me to paint a dragon on her son’s wall. lolwut? I’ve never painted anything on a wall before, and besides, I’m not really that good at drawing. People in this school always freak out over my drawings, I had my notebook literally torn out of my hands for closer inspection by retarded bitches TWICE that very day. They need to go look at some real art. As tempting as it sounds to take her offer, I don’t think I would feel comfortable polluting someone’s home like that.

I actually had a great purpose for updating today - and that purpose has been totally beaten. Go me! I intended to write about some other stuff, but I’m too tired and nauseous to make much sense.

Oh, and concerning the blog.. I’ve been really bad at approving comments since I started up this blog, but I intend to do it as soon as I notice the comment from now on, which is really the next time I check my mail after the comment has been made. Replies to comments are always written at the time of approval.

I just ordered my first BJD - a Leeke Min. I’ve spent the last couple of days really thinking about what doll I wanted for my first, but after all it just seemed natural to pick that one because it’s really the first doll I really fell in love with. I’ve been tempted to pick a few others because I already have concepts for their characters and outfits etc, but it might just be good to have something to put random stuff on to begin with. Now I just have to wait a month or so for them to make him and send him. Ahh, patience, something I lack badly.

I’ve moved that BJD wishlist to the left-hand menu. I doubt anyone’s particularly interested in it, but yeah, it’s there. I’ve also, obviously, updated the banner. It needs some tweaking, but I’m happy with it. My English teacher saw me draw the pumpkin. She came over and was like “can I see what you’re drawing? Oh it’s an….angel..pumpkin?” Yes, Phyllis, spot on.

In other news….I don’t know, not much happens around here. I’m sure about the pretty guy’s name now, it’s Robert, and I really should give him up right now only because Robin and Robert would sound waaay too cheesy. Ha. Oh, I had the most annoying dream tonight about having sex with some dude in my class. I really don’t like him, actually he gets on my nerves a fucking lot. (He isn’t as retarded as the rest of my classmates, but he’s the kind of person who thinks he’s sooo smart while really he isn’t that smart. Being smarter than my average schoolmate really isn’t an accomplishment.) He’s also fucking ugly. He looks VERY much like Andreas Kleerup. Anyway, the dude’s fucking creepy. Generally people in my school avoid me, but last week I was sitting in the English classroom and it was more or less empty, and then this dude walks in and takes the seat two chairs away from me, but kinda spreads his stuff so no one’ll think of taking the chair between us. He also tends to appear near me in the couches outside the classrooms. I might just be paranoid or something, but meh. He makes me cringe. I don’t need him in my DREAMS as well. I also love how I sound like I’m having a crush on him but just denying it. That is NOT THE CASE. He’s intriguing, but in all the wrong ways.

I need a name for my little guy now. The BJD, I mean. I’m considering Morgan. Any suggestions are welcome.

My BJD wishlist is getting out of hand. I never knew there were so many companies and so many pretty dolls - and I’m actually really picky with what I put on the list! I think that entry might have to move to a page instead or something.

I’ve been totally apathetic and numb today. During the first break I thought I was gonna have a panic attack and sat down on the floor near the toilets, in case I’d have to run in there and cry/puke. Fortunately that didn’t happen, and I went on just feeling….well, nothing. The last lesson was decent, we had to think over and/or discuss some questions about a text we’ve read, and Daniel poked me on the way out of the classroom so I tagged along with “his” gang to the kitchen. Listening to Daniel talking about stuff, and arguing with Pedro especially, is always fun. For the record, this is not the same Daniel as the dude in some previous posts.

After school I was standing on the train station as usual, and the pretty guy (see previous entry) walked past me like two decimeters away and I probably scared the hell out of him by staring right in his face. It’s funny how every time I see him he seems to be even prettier than I remembered. It’s such a shame I’ll probably never even dare say hi to him. I tried to get to know some girl in his class who hangs with the same gang as him, but I think she hates me. It’s completely mutual (she’s fucking obnoxious), but still bugs me because she was like the only person I could use to get closer to that dude, because she’s the only one I have any lessons with. I’m not the kind of person who talks to random people, even if it’s a really small school, I barely even talk to my own classamtes goddamnit. Sigh. I think I’ve got the dude’s name now at least, but I’m not gonna use it before I’m sure of it.

Ramble, ramble, whine fucking whine. I wish something exciting would happen so I had something interesting to write.