mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm just a meat and potatoes kinda girl, that's all. 6:15 on a Saturday night. I have nothing to do but clean my room, go to bed and wait for December 14th to come so I can graduate, get out of this dorm, and do other such things. I.can't.wait.to.go.to.Austin. I can't wait to get out of here so every highway, every restaurant, every car, every fucking gas station doesn't remind me of BB. "That's where we went when blah blah blah" goes through my mind when I'm in Dallas. Being in Denton isn't so bad because he never came to visit me here since he's just a prick like that, but Dallas is so hard. Get ready, Austin, because one bitter bitch is coming for you. Anyway! That's not really how I wanted to start out this entry, but there ya go. I did go to my dad's townhouse in Dallas last night. When he said I could stay there, he possibly forgot to mention that since he's moving into the BL's house, there are no radios, TV's, or really anything else to entertain me while I'm there. But that was actually very nice. I enjoyed my media free time. Wooeee. Yesterday my mom and I got a massage and a facial. It was my first facial, and I gotta tell ya, it wasn't that pleasant. They put all kinds of squishy stuff (get your mind out of the gutter, people, I know what you're thinking) all over my face and then they put the steam on full blast to open my pores or what not. Thank you, but I'd rather my pores be closed. They don't appreciate all this steam. Apparently, something that the facial did made me wake up this morning looking like I had gotten a facelift gone bad. My eyes were puffy and I looked quite scary. That was not much fun. I am quite confident in saying that I am not a fan of facials. The massage was okay. But I told her to spend a little more time on my neck than other areas because it hurts all the damn time, but she really didn't spend a whole lot of extra time on it. Look, massage lady, I know you're all about massaging my feet and shit, but I'd rather you spend some more time on my neck. Thanks. I also got to go to my new favorite place to eat in Dallas, Eatzi's. It's kinda like a little store place and you go get your stuff and take it home, but it's like gourmet stuff. I got me some nice pieces of grilled flank steak (all kinds of nice and bloody, just the way I like it!) and some potatoes. That's right, I'm a meat and potatoes kinda girl, mmm hmm. Yummy yum. Last night I saw Die Another Day. Well, I saw part of it. I left after Halle Berry and James Bond had sex within 5 minutes of meeting each other, after the worst banal conversation I've ever heard in my life. I can even write better dialog and if you've read my story, you'd know that's saying a lot. It was a horrible movie, and I'm glad I got the hell out of there. Pierce Bronsnan is hot with long hair, though. Yeeyuh. I'm really depressed at this moment, even though I did go shopping and spent my mom's hard earned money at Lane Bryant, and my dad's hard earned money at Borders and other assorted places. Shopping usually makes me feel better because I'm so shallow, but today just really sucks. I've noticed that Saturdays are the hardest. I really want to IM BB right now and just ask if I can come over or something, but that would just not be a good thing. So that's why you get this boring ass entry out of me today. That, and because I have to take a massive dump. In other news, my dad appears to like 1actact1ng b00b porn. I saw it with my own two eyes. ***** What was MyMichele doing a year ago? "So I had the typical American dysfunctional Thanksgiving: I spent part of the day with my mom and her 65 year old husband, and the next part with my dad and his 33 year old girlfriend, who has a 2 year old son. Woohoo! Fun. Anyway, back to Thanksgiving. We went to my grandmother's house, which is always an interesting experience. We had a nice turkey lunch and such. To say my mom's side is a little different from my dad's side of the family would be an understatement. My mom's brother's girlfriend showed me a map of the RV she was very excited about purchasing. And she also used to be in a biker gang. Even had a tatto to show for it. Quite exciting." 6:14 p.m. - Saturday, Nov. 23, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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