rajy's journal ♥

mood: calm

music: the letter-acceptance

I was having a terrible morning. I changed my outfit 7 1/2 times. I hate days when I have abs. nothing to wear. Gay part is I ended up wearing the first thing I had on. So my pants were unhemmed, and I got them about a week ago but hadn't gotten the chance to get them fixed. I wore them anyway. Bad idea. It was raining. They were way too long. About 5 inches too much. & I left my house at 7:43. Not good.


(For the short version, skip to the bold.) I walk past the Ferry/Broadway intersection and am a little past that brazilian hair place where expressions used to be. I had to stop to fix those pants. I was pissed. Morning was not going well. And, to top it off, I got my hair trimmed yesteday, and they trimmed it too short. My bangs are too short and I abs. hate them. The shorter the hair, the more it frizzes. So it's raining and my hair is the frizziest it has ever been. So, I fix my pants and start walking again. I'm listening to my iPod (acceptance<3) and I hear someone's voice. At this point I was having a horrible morning that every little thing would piss me off. I'm thinking to myself, "Jeeeez, how loud are you that I can hear you through my ipod?! GRRRR!" I turn around and it's you know who. Yea. Apparently he was saying, "RAJDEEEEEP. Good morning!" So we talk for about 2 minutes. Then for the rest of the way neither of us said anything. 9 minutes of just buses, cars, rain, and acceptance<3. I tried to ask him who won the playoff game last night and he goes, "Huh? What? oh, soccer?" Lol. I listened to my music, he listened to the radio, and we walked merrily down the street.



The rest of my day was blahh. Me, Jackie, and Scuzz did some madddd reminiscing. Eigth grade was awesome. That was the year before everything turned sour. Had a best friend, didn't care what people thought of me, no mike, no drama, tons of self-confidence. I always have the best conversations with Jackie. And, Dr.Boy's out for the year. They're looking for a new teacher for physics. There goes my A+. Hope he's okay though; he was a nice guy. Boring, but nice.



Work tomorrow. Ugh. HATE IT. Shoot me in the facciiioooo. Jeffffy won Project Runway. Love him, but I liked Uli's too. Hated Laura's. The Mets are out =(. I love my new ringtones: Justin, Panic!, Acceptance, The Used, Law&Order. Too bad no one calls me. Call just so I can hear it ring. =]

mood: busyy

music: no not now - hot hot heat

I'm getting a T-mobile Sidekick. I think the 2nd one though; the only major diffrence is that the 3rd one has an mp3 player. But I have my ipod video. I'm not getting it until I get my job. CVS is taking forever. They've already said that I can work there on weekends, but i have to go fill out stuff. Not much has happened since my last update. Project Ruanway this season is not going my way at all. Allison, my favorite, is out and it's going around that the producers are keeping all the goobers and personalities on longer for ratings. Allison got into fights with no one; she was neutral to everyone. & she was from Massachusetts. But they let her go. I could go on and on and on and on, but you don't watch PR. Heather's my Project Runway buddy. I'll complain to her laterr. Anyways, I turn on my camera today and I find this picture. I have no idea when this was. My family's nuts on drugs. I thought it was funny though. They look like they're posing for myspace. & that's real money too. I'm not going to Canada. YES! Only my brother and sister are. The Sox are so bad. JASON WE NEED YOU! We really need him; he can have my knee. We're not doing so well in the Wild Card either. Well the game's on in a couple and I'm hungry. So I'm having a chicken ceasar wrap & watching the game.



you're falling back to me, a star that i can see.
i know you're out there. somewhere out there.
you're falling out of reach; defying gravity.
i know you're out there. somewhere out there.
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