The wicked witch came, but she left when she found out my creativity had already been stolen

I fell asleep at 7:30 tonight. I was listening to classical music on the local weather channel and watching Tuscaloosa traffic.
I fixed myself eggs, sausage, and bread for supper. I ended up eating the bread for dessert with nutella. The eggs came from a chicken. I mean a free chicken. The kind that get to walk around the yard. Everything was excellent.
I worked. I have been making tons of button bracelets...I have been making them, putting them on and then every time I get a compliment on one I take it off and give it to that person. Yes, I am the weird girl that gives away button bracelets to random people. However, it does seem to make them happy. Anyway, back to work. I was at work (where I have given out many bracelets) and this older lady (she shall remain unnamed, but just know...she irritates me) came up to me and asked where her button bracelet was (she works there too, by the way). I told her that I was working on making more and that I would get her one soon. She then put in an order. red, green, and purple. That was her request. Part of the joy in making these bracelets is that I just make them. No orders. But I agreed to do so...even though I don't have any red buttons...and even though that sounds like the most tacky combination ever. Figures really. oh well, I will be making a trip to Hancock's soon.
before work I had two classes. Intro to Theatre was ridiculous, as always. The people ran their slides too fast and treated us rudely when they were asked to slow down...they didn't by the way. I also had Educational Psychology. I do like this class.a.lot. I talked alot in it today. And I laughed very hard at the boy behind me who very freely volunteered his opinion about how he could not handle girls emotions...at all. When I laughed the teacher made me explain myself. That was fun. I also used my dad as an example for a critical thinker....and for someone who, like the boy behind me, could not handle the emotions of a female. My teacher told me afterward that he figured he was a lot like my dad in the fact that he sometimes over thought some things and then talked about them till the subject was well hashed over....I then realized why I could actually follow his "lectures" Thanks Daddy!
I woke up at 10:00 am. That's late for me, but I only did that cause I had gotten to bed at...4:00 am....for no good reason.


I just wrote a diary entry. I'll try not to do that much in the future, but that is just what I felt like doing.

I am going to see this play on Friday...it's required. It cost me 10 bucks..oh and did I mention: It's about aliens. Yeah. Tales of the Lost Formicans

This noise all around me almost broke the mirror

I am an unstable person.
That's scary. Why am I in the field that I am in when I am so unstable? I had it pointed out to me that I snap. I just get mad. I express my anger in an unhealthy way. It hurts so bad to hear that. I want to be angry sometimes, but that is unhealthy too. I don't ever need to be mad. Or if I do get mad, I don't need to share it...because that is when I yell. When people don't understand what I am saying or they don't understand what I am saying, I guess that I think...maybe if I say it louder, or with more passion, they might understand me. wrong. That's just me not understanding why I shouldn't be mad. People deal with me all funny. They try and tell me why I shouldn't be mad...and then I think "oh, they still don't get why I'm mad...lemme explain one more time". but guess what? That's when I get "dramatic".

Drama Queen. Do you really wanna hurt me? Call me that. "Drama Queen" means that I can't justify my actions..."drama queen" is the justification. I want to be alowd to be mad sometimes.

I am nice to people all day everyday...people who don't give a shit for me. They are are nice or they are rude...it really doesn't matter. They are people. If I'm not at my job than I am in class...you can't just talk to some random classmate about your frustrations. That would be desperate and sad.

But what's desperate and sad is when you get upset over something small. Something that hurt you feelings...or a small disagreement. Something that is just icing on the cake...or the straw that broke the camel's back. Whatever it is..it just takes your stress and your frustrations and it just opens the floodgate. You get upset. but the really screwed up thing? when You try and explain yourself to someone you hope will listen, nothing comes out right. Words don't fit into correct sentences. Then the people who you love and trust most know what's wrong. You are unstable. and a drama queen. the end.

I hurt so bad right now.
I am entirely ridiculous. God wants me to tell Him about it...I do. This is going to sound horrible, but all I really want to hear is someone telling me they get why I'm mad....that it's ok to be mad...to get it all out.Just listen.
but that would just encourage me, wouldn't it?

I am sorry.

Pray for me.

please.

I want to be normal.

My feet look like your ears.

My sister told me that she had to take me off her blog list...because I am inappropiate. It's cool though, 'cause she still loves me.

I'm thinking about changing my major.....to Special Education, but I just don't know...........

Yesterday I went out for all of half an hour without makeup on, worst decision of the day. I got a lecture on my looks from old lady, it was meant to be encouraging....I think, but it wasn't.

I really wanted to write something, but nothing is coming to me. Just stories that are of no importance.

so, I could try to make something up.
It could be about a girl. Or boy. or Fish.

let's go with fish and see how this works out.

Once upon a time there was a fish that lived in a bowl. He was a captive....if he had had things his was, he would be in a pond in some far off place. He was a thoughtful sort of fish....although he figured that's all he really could be...there wasn't much else to do, but...think.
He thought about his owner...he thought she was odd. Sometimes she would forget to feed him, sometimes she would drop things that weren't food into his bowl....and she named him ridiculous names....she seemed to change it about once a month. He disliked her.


ok. that's no working. I'll try and think of something later, but for now I need to go call me niece.