i think i am going to see the return of the king tonite. because i am the world’s biggest loser. maybe i’ll sit in the front row with lord of the rings stickers on my face and start the wave or something. i dunno. i think i’m catching a cold. yah so xmas is over. whatever. i got stuff. i gave stuff. blah blaahh.
junk in tha’ trunk
oh for shame there was a typo in my last post and i left it up there for ages. fuck nig. awesomest word of the day. i’m such a fucking recluse. i couchsurf my ass off. read shitty old books from my gramma’s library-thing and play with my dad’s slot car racetrack and accompany him to raceworld to talk to geeky fags with no teeth in the jewiest part of town. i talked to ward yesterday. ward rules. if you don’t know who he is you’re a loser and a half. ward works at ibm now and hangs out with this crazy confused foreigner packi guy who’s a big perv and talks only about fucking. my kinda guy. anyway some broad gave ward her resume to bring to ibm and on his way to doing that he managed to spill water on it so the ink smudged all purple and smeary-like, sit on it thus crumpling it to shit and spilled coffee on it too. YAY ward! hmm what else is new in the exciting world of raymi??? oh yeah i gave my self a stupid haircut, my bangs actually. i cut them too short. it looks like i put a friggin’ bowl on my head and snipped straight across. my dad and i went grocery shopping the other day and we sampled this hard boiled egg thing on a cracker and the lady was telling my dad how u can buy ‘em in packages and shit and they come all ready boiled tra la la and then my dad goes, “that’s an EGG-cellent idea!” har har. maybe i will win the lottery this friday. maybe not. now i will go play alchemy until i die. oh and i’m sad now that survivor is over. now i need another show to be obsessed with. any suggestions?
lets blow this popstand.
yeah so im recycling old photos. my laptop is too ghetto to be able to upload from my digi-cam. urrg. so just pretend you’ve never seen these before. my mum has dragged me all over the place to every fucknig mall there is to try and find me a shirt for christmas. my interest level is far below zero for shopping and clothes these days so she points to all this stuff saying do u ike this do u likethat what do u think of this and im all yah its great sure no no no hate it no nope hate it sucks nope no. on and on and on until finally today i settled on this red and black stripey thing just to get it over with. pffft.
my mum is going to hate this but i don’t have any other pictures to put up. sorry.
i saw gothika. it was scary. i jumped at least ten times. today was cold. i wore my jacket. my nose was running. survivor was good tonite. that is all.
excitement of the day: hours upon hours of this and then my brother (who is a fire safety technician dude) and i set off some fire extinguishers in the backyard. oh and i bought a box of pot of gold chocolates. and then i ate some. and then i played space impact II on my cellphone forever and ever. the end.
i saw Elf. and it was good. a little cheesy in the end. i told off this chica who was kicking the back of my chair and resting her feet on it. i’m all bitch move your feet and she’s all but what if i don’t want to? i’m all whatthefuck it’s irritating and rude and i don’t have my feet up on the chair in front of me. you keep kicking my chair move your feet!
and then she did.
something about telling off twelve year olds. ahhh…
