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Sunday, July 31, 2005

my mom and i are switching rooms so i can have the old computer in my room (we have cable internet and in my room i don't have a cable jack; plus it's waaay to small) and a tv and all that. this is awesome b/c her room is bigger and it's painted a deep purple color! WHICH IS WHAT I WANTED but thought it would be pointless due to all the posters on my wall and i didn't want to take them all down. i'm excited for purple, plus... PRINCE LOVES PURPLE! aye aye! now that we're switching i had to take down all my posters and holy holy white walls! it's really strange waking up to white everywhere, makes me feel like i'm in some insitution. i took pictures of my room with all the posters up to go back and look at, however it's been like that for a long time so i pretty much know where every single picture was without having to look at these. i don't plan on putting all of them up again, just the special few like the huge ones, manson and my favorite kurty one.


01 this is the view into my room from just outside the door. as you can see small small small.


02 back of the door. that blue kurty poster is my faaaaavorite! (and ironic in a super sad way.)


03 when you stand in the doorway and look to the left this is what you see. oops my pink water glass got in there.


04 continued.


05 close up.


06 window.


07 below the window.


08 keep going.


09 i love that huge poster of kurt. so pretty.


10 and that's the end of the three walls. you can see the door frame on the far right.


11 this is the wall that's next to the door, you can see the clock in the far left corner. that's uh my bed.


12 i like this poster very much. i thought about getting it for a long time, and then i saw it at trevor's house and was like UH GETTING THAT b/c it makes any wall look badass.


13 what a cool poster. dustin bought it before me (come to think of it mel and i hung it up for him) and when i saw it on his wall i was like uuuh yeah getting that.


14 MANSON! wewt!


15 wow more stuff!


now some odds and ends.
16 ...


17 ...


18 the end.


last thursday my mom had her roots dyed and her hair trimed, i had my eyebrows waxed and HOLY HOLY! it's nice to have non bushy eyebrows. i just need to keep them up and not get lazy. WOW YOU ALL REALLY NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY EYEBROWS RIGHT?!


i miss christina :(


two nights ago i had a dream with danny masterson in it. quite ok with me, however it really didn't get anywhere and it was kinda dissapointing. last night i had some kinda dream with aaron in it, i think it had something to do with pulp fiction, i think i was with jules and aaron or something. i have the coolest dreams ever.


11:20pm last night i'm sitting watching the national geographic channel and my phone rings. who the hell is calling me now? i look and it's megan. i silence my phone b/c my mom was sleeping and let it go. then i look and i have a message. i go back and forth... listen to it, or just delete it? i listen. something along the lines of this: *crying* shaina... i miss you, i think i really need to talk to you, i'm such a bitch, i love you and miss you so much. *more crying* i don't know what ot think of it. was it fake crying? is this a joke? back when we were younger and she was a little less mature she'd leave me weird messages and prank calls. i decide to let it go and not call her, about 20 minutes later my phone rings again; and it's her. i give in and call her 10 minutes later. something like this:


megan: hello?
me: hey it's shaina, you called?
shaina! hi!
uh hello.
hi, i'm drunk right now.
(oh great it's an emotional drunk call) oh, well... what's up?
shaina, i'm such a bitch, i'm so sorry for not talking to you. i was thinking about all my friends and you're one of the only ones that's never treated me like shit, and has always been good to me. you never lied to me or anything. and i took that for granted and i feel really bad about all of it.
oh... well i have to tell you megan i am taking all this with a grain of salt since you're drunk, but yeah, messaging me on myspace saying you miss me and then not calling or anything for over a month was a little shitty. i have to say i'm weary about talking to you again.
I KNOW! i'm so sorry!


blah blah blah... we get to talking and i say well if you want we could get together one day and talk. she then has to go, and i'm thinking it's the same bullshit all over. however she does call back, and someone asks who she's talking to. turns out it's kenna who wants to talk to me.


shaina! hi!
hello...
i just want to tell you that i miss you!
you miss me? (we're not really friends)
yeah! i know we're not really friends and i got to know you towards the end of school but you're such an honest and nice person. you're so genuine and you should never change! never ok? don't change.


megan is handed the phone and i tell her to give me a call tomorrow and let me know what she wants to do. that way the ball is in her court and not in mine. she hasn't called me at all. but she said she would be hungover and feeling crappy and she had work at 3pm. we'll have to see if she calls. this should be interesting. my bullshit meter is tip top when it comes to her so it will be interesting to see how talking with her goes. if it happens, that was way out of left field.

shaina loves the jews at;
4:21 PM

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oh fishsticks.



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a picture of me.

my name is shaina and i will eat your children.

i eat sultry roasted homo sapien flesh on a daily basis, only to purge it into a rusty bucket in a matter of minutes and feed it to the dogs.

i'm in the pomeranian fur trading business with crack dealers in newark.

i am happy. i am with someone who makes me feel amazing, who i love more than i thought you could love someone. it is fucking awesome. i love my life.

also, i like to laugh. it keeps me from killing people.

my blogger profile
oh look, it's a myspace.


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the six degrees of seperation from kevin bacon.
planet brenda.
spitonastranger.
bobby burgess.
buddyhead.
demon baby.
stephanie sparer (has no life).
everything is dumb v3.

if you're going to do drugs get educated and be safe.

eyeball kid.
the heirophant.

i hope my future boyfriend looks like this.

blogger, my love.

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