i just got home and i've already started drinking.
when i joined the facebook group "i blame target for my alcoholism" I DID NOT THINK IT WAS GOING TO BE TRUE.

i'm selling my old phone. if you're not going to buy it (GIVE ME MONEY!) you can check out those sexy pictures of it i took.

the basketball diaries--
( i have a love/hate relationship with leonardo dicaprio. mostly hate. )

so that was fun. it's fucking hard to dance with emo hair, i tell you, which is likely why emo kids don't dance (that, and ennui). it's even harder to dance with your tits strapped down while actively trying to KEEP them that way. i was told by several people that they'd "hit that", though, so.
next week we're apparently going to rocky horror, and i've been elected frank-n-furter, being a transvestite dressed as a transvestite. that's just confusing.

i passed.
as i was picking up dinner, this guy was talking to his girlfriend behind the counter and kind of ignoring me, and when they finally noticed me he referred to me as "this guy" and said "sorry, man" and touched my shoulder. he thought i was a boy. so, i passed.
i should pick a new name. one that's masculine instead of unisex. either riley is a way more obscure name than i thought or everyone in the world only knows girl rileys.
for some reason, i'm really stuck on "rex". i don't think i can convince people that's my actual middle name though.

the math tests i thought i bombed, i actually did pretty well on, compared to everyone else. i got a 73 on one, when i thought i completely flunked it. i got a 55 on the other, and the class average was a 54. HOORAY, I'M BARELY MEDIOCRE.
i need to start studying/doing my homework though, i actually understand everything he talked about in class, i got all the questions right. either he's a good teacher, or i just remember this stuff from the two times i took this class in high school.

dr. z: *reading attendance* he's not here? did he drop? he was here all week though.
student: he's invisible.
dr. z: no, he's i... we are going to have to square him to get rid of him.

i'm gonna get my septum pierced, i've decided.

( this is a post that is whining about other people's jobs. )

that minor annoyance aside:
1) i am so freaking hot. goddamn.
2) the pants i DID get and keep are freaking adorable and super comfy. they are guys' skinny jeans. this may be why.
3) retail therapy wins.
4) there are not enough hours in a day, dudes and dudettes. so looking forward to friday plz, it's my day off.

butitwontbeme: um
butitwontbeme: little girls
butitwontbeme: little girls
butitwontbeme: little girls in japan
butitwontbeme: i'm not a pedooooooooooooo
shinything: hahahahhahahahahhahahhaaaaaa
butitwontbeme: that's my song
butitwontbeme: ok
shinything: you are gonna lj that RITE NAU
butitwontbeme: well if you insist

butitwontbeme: they will be fwends
shinything are you sure, I do not know if they will get along
butitwontbeme: well i am pooty shore
shinything they may fight for alpha male status
butitwontbeme: no
butitwontbeme: they will just have the gaying
butitwontbeme: because it's what boys do
butitwontbeme: is gaying
shinything right

GOOD LORD, someone on /b/ stole a skull from the catacombs of paris, fucked it, and posted pictures.
we are anonymous... we are legion.