laurelpants

having $77, and knowing that I'll be getting another $10 tomorrow because they didn't pay us last week.

This morning when I was hockin up a loogie in the kitchen, I spat it out in a paper towel and part of it was a dark purple color. My sinuses are ..disturbed, I guess. It was blood. YUM!

I babysat last night. Gus is evil, and just legitimately scares the shit out of me. He will be the perfect serial killer, except he's not friendly in a creepy way; he's just straight up creepy. He also won't listen to me, so it makes me want to punish him further, which can't be done because he won't listen to the authority that is me. Marni was an angel, oh God I love her so much more sometimes. She's creepy too though, don't get me wrong.

Carina came over around 6:00 and left around 7:00... She called me and told me she had to go to her house for her medication. She's now medicated to take pills that will help her deal with her bipolar disorder, and sumthin else that I forgot. When she got back, she told me that she bumped into Rachel as she was walking home and had five hits of da doobie. "Yeah, but I only had five...," "Okay," "Yeah so uh..," "You're NOT high," "I know," "Are you sure you know?" "Yeah!" "All right..," She kept talking about it. I was pretty mad, and I plan on telling Murphy and then he'll feel bad for me and invite me to smoke with him and his friends. YEAHHHHHH BOYYYYY. I still don't have my cigarettes. I've given up calling someone that never answers their phone.
Withheld called me at least another five times last night, and it really freaked me out. Velocity, the book I'm reading, is a murder mystery and the freak that's killing innocent people calls Billy Wiles and just doesn't talk. But of course, I haven't received any notes saying I need to chose who to kill so I'd say I'm pretty safe. But just.. my paranoia makes it very difficult for me to think logically like this when it's real nice and dark outside, and I'm watching everyone. Super duper party pooper.
When Tim and Luanne got home, it wasn't yet one o'clock, and I was so relieved. Luanne wasn't shitfaced, and I don't think she was so drunk that she doesn't remember anything from last night. Carina went in and talked to her and told her Harry hit her in the lip with one of her guitars for GuitarHero -Lie. I'm going to have to talk to Luanne about that now, because her judgments of Harry are bad enough already. OH GOD, HE TOLD ME YESTERDAY HE'S DYING HIS HAIR DARK BROWN. Ridiculous, if you ask me.
And so after Tim and Luanne's arrival we went to bed. Carina is so hard to sleep with, and I can't really say that without feeling weird because people call me a lesbian. And even if I was a lesbian, I would never ever, ever, put any moves on Carina Chapel "Markley", ever. I didn't really have a lot of room to sleep, on my own bed, and I had to sleep with the window open because Carina forgot her pajamas, and so that made my nose real nice and crusty.

This morning, her arm fell on my tit, which woke me up. And I tried to go back to bed because it was so early, but then she did something weird to the covers she took away from me. She wadded them in between us, and I almost fell off the bed. I woke up, made some eggs, downloaded some music that wasn't the Alvin Band, and then had to turn my iTunes real low because Luanne was goin' back to bed.

I also now need permission to watch certain movies. Why are ALL of the movies I'm interested in rated R? Because they're good, and matured, and I'm good and matured. I don't watch R rated films for sex scenes and just nudity in general. If it's rated R, it has more of a plot and is USUALLY a better movie. I'm canceling the Netflix for here if I can't watch what I want to. Fuck you.