rockets are SO easy to make.

not.

my aunt is here. this makes me giggle.

so, guess who's related to harriet beecher stowe and henry wadsworth longfellow?

midnight says hi.

i was about to ramble here, but realized just how much of a waste that would be and did it anyways.

sometimes you just don't know what to say to someone. you know? like, your best friend is a total ass to you and then wants to buddy up for an upcoming project. but the thing is, it's one of those silent fights - the kind where neither can stand the other but neither admits this to the other. so it's not exactly like you can tell the jerk to get out of your face, or the party will use YOUR explosion as a platform for all-out war. then again, it's not like you want to work with someone you loathe. basically, either way you lose. in the long run, you lose worse if you acknowledge the fact that you're both being fag-bitches, but you lose everything for the next week or so if you shut it.

i always find it interesting when someone tries to steal something at work. it makes me laugh, because the truth is that there isn't much worth stealing. the only things i would think people would want to debo are locked up or behind glass, but no - people hide three-dollar scarves and ten-dollar charm bracelets in hot-pink snakeskin purses. truthfully, i would rather pay for the scarf and get the purse for free upon my own arrangement, but i guess that's just me.

what kills me the most though is guys. i mean, what the hell was were we thinking, girls? you try to get over and get on with things, and you seem to succeed for quite a while. hook, line, and sinker, fdr's "new deal" in the world of dating is yours. but then, just when you're convinced he listens to you, he not only turns the tables but switches the tableclothes by pulling them out from under the plates and glasses like they do in france or italy or whereever they do it. suddenly, you're the enemy and the demon, and everything that goes to the dogs is your fault. yours. all of it. unsure of what it was you did wrong in the first place, you appologize for what you know you know isn't necessary to appologize for. time passes, and you string each other along. he wonders why it pisses you off so much that he flirts with your best friends and ignores you until you're the only skirt left standing.

angered? me?

now that i'm ready to punch a hole in the wall, i'll go buy some putty.