today was boring. boring as hell, which must be really boring because today sucked.

thats pretty much it. today sucked. hm, what have i done?

1) woke up at 3pm

2) watched an hour of bmx biking

3) watched 5 minutes of the WNBA before i realized basketball sucks

4) watched 5 minutes of baseball before i realized baseball also sucks.

5) wished for a rugby game

6) read more of my book i bought yesterday for a dollar. "radio on" by sarah vowell

7) made plans to pet-sit for my aunt for sunday and monday.

and thats it. later, i'm going to paint the belt i have because i'm of the damn tan brown of it. i'm not sure if arcylic paint will work of leather (i know, vegetarian, leather belt. i have have leather combat boots. no one is perfect k? deal with it). but there's one way to find out.

besides, its my only belt. and these shorts are falling down. people can see my Scooby Doo boxers. that is not cool.

..

well, the boxers are. yay, scooby!

i don't know why i told you people that. .. actually it kinda has to do with my mom. sometimes, she is kinda cool,(well she has her moments) but lately, she's been like "i hate the way you dress"

okay, thats paraphrasing it, but still.

like the other day, she was all like "i have no problem with you being an individual and all, i just with you would dress better". this was after she saw my shoes which have sayings scrawled all over them.

so, i can be as indiviual as i want, but i have to dress in a way that you would approve?

i think not.

like right now, i'm wearing a pair of shorts she hates. but their my favorite. they used to be a pair of men's gray work pant type of thing. one of the back pockets is all ripped and crap, one of the belt loops and the top band (or whatever, i don't know what its called) is all frayed and stuff. i love these shorts. i got them at a thrift store in cincinnati when i was visiting my aunt this year. i'm thinking of sewing patches on them.

she doesn't like anything i wear, but then again, i don't like anything she wears, so whats her point?

Mmm.. more sangria.

i've been living on spagetti for the past week because we're broke and we have nothing to eat, yet i managed to scrounge up 80 cents for a bottle of sangria.

hm. rock on.

on another (completely) different note, i want my very own miniture Joe Strummer. i could carry him around in my pocket and feed him little pieces of food. and at night, he could sings such songs to me as "lost in the supermarket", "london calling", "rock the casbah", "police and thieves" and "career opportunities". and "johnny appleseed".

oh, a mini joe strummer would be so fun. he could teach me to be british too.

and i'm not crazy. stop staring at me.

i mean really, haven't you wanted your own personal mini musician?

you know you have. stop lying.