Fuck You All, It's Valentine's Day

Every Valentine's Day I've either been not in love, in love with someone who didn't love me or in love with someone who lives really really far away.

Fuck you all and have an awful Valentine's!

About Last Night

So, it was last night last night... Well... Obviously. And this last night... I couldn't find my acrylic paints. Seriously. COULDN'T FIND THEM Y'ALL. So anyway. Anyway. What was I gonna do huh? How was I gonna spend the night? Sleeping? Well, I slept all day before so I couldn't do that. Well, I didn't sleep ALL day, first I took care of some things that I had to do - Move that big pile of clothes on my bed into bags and put them out in the hall so my parents could put them in the basement. So, my bed was free for the first time in like a week and so I slept for many hours during the day. Anyway. Last night. Yes, my brain really is this chaotic and jumpy. Well, it's worse than this but yeah. Anyway. ANYWAY. Anyway. I really wanted to paint something. I have some acrylic paints and I used them only a few days ago. And then I have some MORE acrylic paints, but it seems my parents have put them in the basement. So I looked for the paints in the kitchen. In the living room. In my room. In the bathroom. In my sister's room. And then I looked again in all these rooms. I really did leave the paints in the living room, but my parents must have moved them. Anyway. Not being able to find these paints that I used only a few days ago, I begin thinking of those paints that my parents put in the basement. So. I look for them in the basement. In the storage thingies in the basement. And in that cold corridor where all the basements of ours and our neighbours' are linked together. No acrylic paints anywhere. Oh well. I decided to photograph the acrylic paintings I made a few days ago. You can't really see the details and subtle color shifts/variations whatever so very well on photo. So, having photographed them the best I could, I decided I had to make some kinda art anyway. I really don't like water colors. I suck at drawing. I'm so sick of digital art. I wasn't in photography mood. Either way, I decided to actually draw. It went OK. After a while, I got so tired that I stopped drawing. I lay in my bed with my cat in my arms, but it took me some hours to fall asleep. Either way, having my cat in my arms is a pretty sweet deal.

One Thing Is Quite Annoying About Parents Who Aren't Fluent In English

It's whenever they hear some English phrase that they're not too familiar with and then in a really cool (read: embarassing) tone they recreate some sentence where they've heard that word.

For example, I once read something that had the word "dang" or if it was on TV, I can't recall and out of the blue my mom starts quoting the movie Napoleon Dynamite.

"Make yourself a dang quesilada!"... "You mean quesadilla?"... "What did I say?"

On another note, God I hate our bathroom! It's so gross and smelly and it makes me sick. I'm not sure if I'm longing to get my own place so I can have my own bathroom or if I'm dreading to get my own place, since I would have to actually clean it by myself!

But then, if I never get it dirty I never have to clean it right? Right? RIGHT? Nope. Can't fool myself. There are bacteria everywhere, I know that 'cause I watch way too many forensic documentaries! I do. Just ask my mom! I could probably name more serial killers than she could name celebrities who bleached their teeth. (And yes I am watching a documentary on serial killers right now)