You know what would be epic? An ironic/angry cover of "How Lovely to Be a Woman." You know, that song in the commercial. How lovely to be a woman, the wait was well worthwile. How lovely to be wear mascara, and smile a woman's smile. Let's get, like, Ani DiFranco or someone similar to cover it. That would be pretty much the best thing ever. Y/n?



In less epic news, R.I.P. Bea Arthur. You will be missed. D:

Ugh. Just ugh.

So, Emily and I had planned to hang out today. You know, get together, watch a movie or something, and eat some cake in honor of Singles Awareness Day (she has a boyfriend, but he's working today). Great, right? Well, no, not quite. See, in my excitement, I managed to forget that Emily is notorious for not following through on plans. Basically, if you go out of your way to make arrangements, she won't show up. Which would be less offensive if she would actually tell you she couldn't make it. But no. I had to call her, only to hear "whoops my grandmother wants to do something, sorry." But hey, Emily's family is batshit insane, so you can't really argue with them. So, not the worst thing ever.

But. Then I realized something. A large percentage of my friends do this to me. I can think of a small handful who haven't, and they probably just haven't had a chance to do so yet. I think I must be the backup plan friend or something. I mean, I don't have a problem with people being busy and having other things to do. That's called life. But when it's a pretty constant pattern, and you won't even tell me you can't make it, I can't really help feeling like I'm the only one placing any value on the friendship.

And if anybody actually reads this and is wondering if I'm talking about you, well. Have you repeatedly made plans with me and cancelled without warning or telling me? If you've had to cancel, but you did tell me, I'm not talking about you (I know this is for at least one person on here). If you actually hang out with me when you say you're going to, I'm not talking about you. If maybe you've done this once or twice, I'm not talking about you, but for god/dess/es/whatever's sake tell me when you have to cancel. I don't even care what the reason is, I just need to know if something's come up. I might be kinda sad if you have to cancel, but it's much better than not telling me and thinking I won't notice or whatever. Then if you keep doing that, I'm gonna end up thinking you're ditching me. And hey, if you don't wanna hang out with me? Don't fucking make plans to hang out with me. Just say you can't. I may not catch on that you don't want to hang out with me, but at least you won't be forced to spend time with me, right?

If you are, or think you are, one of the people I'm talking about, and would like to know how to "fix it" or whatever? All you have to do is tell me something's come up. Don't wait for me to come find you, put on your grown-up underwear and let me know. And if you've been doing this to someone else? Same fucking thing. It really isn't that hard to do, and leaving people in the lurch like that is not only extremely rude, but it makes the person you're doing it to feel like you don't actually like them or want to spend time with them.

It's pretty sad that the only person who wants to hang out with me today is my mom. (I love my mom, but I'm just saying.) Well, she and I are gonna get some Chinese food and eat a VDay cake! And I'm gonna play video games.

Happy motherfucking Valentine's Day.

EDIT: Fffffff, bahahahahahahaha. Okay, so apparently all I needed to do was complain about it. Emily just called and said she's coming over in a bit. Working the card section of Walmart on Valentine's Day gave her a headache (gee, how shocking), which she used to get out of the plans with her grandmother. So once she's gotten it to calm down/let the pain meds kick in, she's gonna come over and play video games or whatever. It seems Emily only shows up when you don't expect her, lawls.

An 8-10 page paper. A 3-4 page paper. A 1-2 page paper. A 5 minute presentation. A chapter test. All of these are this week. Oh good goddamn.


But at least I have chickena Scarecrow icon.

Yeah, so I posted this to my journalfen last night, and decided to cross-post. It's kinda of a frowny-face-ish post, so feel free to skip.
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And now, back to your regularly scheduled lulz.

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Bleh. Just... bleh.

First of all, one of the horses ran over my mother today. Mom's fine, but still. It's a damn good thing I don't know where we keep the guns, that's all I can say.

Then I got to yell at Emily today. I don't feel bad about doing so and she completely deserved it, but the fact that I had to kind of sucks.

Then there's the part where we had to put down one of the cats... um, a week ago.

Then there's the part where I'm getting my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday.

Then there's the part where nobody answers or returns my calls lately. And the part where I'm being ignored online currently. (I see you guys and I'm not invisible to you. Hellooooooo?)

And then there's that thing where The Man doesn't want anyone to have birth control.

Also, my back hurts, I'm tired, and idk what's going on. (vague phrase is vague. stfu, idc)

I need a hug or something. D:

One of the kittens got hit by a car today. D:

The heating/cooling maintenence guiy came today while I was at school. And now the air conditioning doesn't work.

...Let me repeat that. The maintenence guy came, and now the air conditioning doesn't work. I love you, too, heating/cooling maintenence guy. >:(


Disclaimer: According to my Dearest Grandmother*, she may have screwed up the air conditioning. Either way, my grandfather knows how to reset it. ...Of course, he gets home in about... three hours. D:

*Can't you just taste the sarcasm?

EDIT: In other news, I fail at html. XD

MOM FIXED THE AIR CONDITIONIIIIIIIING! I LOVE YOU, MOM!

( This is so stupid )

EDIT:( Part two, electric boogaloo )

*gigglesnort* And no, I don't think I'm PMSing. Cookie. Cookie now. Gimmeacookienowdamitchocolatechipwantsohungrypancakesmmmyes. *sigh* Dammit.

In today's episode, Sparky argues with her body...
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...told you it was TMI. >< Blech. Or, as Emmy puts it:

TMI! TMI! OVERSHARE!!!

XD Gots ta love the Emmy. Gots ta. Even though she ain't got no grammar. Lol. Poor commas, being thrown randomly all over the place. *pats a comma*

Ramble, ramble. Hrmm, I need to play LJ catch up. I should go do that now...

BTW, Blackjack, if you read this, yell at me to get on Y!M sometime. I have a three day weekend this week! :D Haven't talked to you in ages... *is a bad Sparky*