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Dec. 13th, 2002 02:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82I think my email hates me. That, or it hates Tink. One or the other. She sent me an email hours ago, and was all (in IM) "Haha, check your mail!", but my inbox is still empty, despite refreshing multiple times, hitting the "check mail" thing, and signing out and logging back in a couple times. Weird, huh? What, is there like gridlock in Internet Land, or something? My email is all waving his fist around, and honking at the email in front of him, like "Go, damn you! GOOOOOOO!" Hee.
Also, on my mind is this randomness:
My Mom asked me the other day if I wanted to see "Analyze That" with her and Joe, but I said no, partly because it just looks dumb, but also just for principle. Because the premise irritates me. He fakes a breakdown and acts crazy, so the prison releases him into a doctor's care? Girl, please. 16% of inmates in America are mentally ill, and only 60% of them report having received mental health treatment while incarcerated. You're lucky if you even get to see a doctor every now and then, if you're mentally ill in prison. You sure as Hell aren't going to get released, just because you pretend to be nutty. Stupid Hollywood. It bugs me even more, because it gives the impression to people that you can get away with stuff in the criminal justice system, by saying you're mentally ill, which is bullshit.
I really need to get my hair done, and I'd like to have it taken care of next week, so that it will be done for Christmas, but it's going to be hard to make an appointment. I ran into my stylist at work the other night though, and she told me that if I was having trouble making one, to leave a message, and she'd stay late one night or something. What a sweetie. She made me feel kind of bad about how it looked though. Heh. I was like "I've been meaning to make an appointment with you lately, but I haven't yet. Expect to hear from me soon, though" and she was like "Yeah, I was going to say. Looking at it. . ." Aw, man. I mean, she knows how my hair looks when it's thinned and everything, and she can see the roots are growing out, so I know she was just saying it, like "It's time to fix it again, now" not "Your hair is horrible." But still.
I wouldn't care quite so much, except I admit I always feel like I have to get myself looking good before Christmas Eve, because my cousins and everyone on my Mom's side are all gorgeous. Well, my cousins Derek and Michael aren't supermodels or anything, but everyone always dresses well and looks good. And the girls? Sigh. I mean, Courtney, one of them, was almost going to model for a while (not runway though, obviously. Hee. My sister, at 5'4 is tall for the family). Her and Whitney are just so perfect looking, and stylish; they show up looking like they just stepped off the cover of a magazine. My sister and I are always like "Nothing like being with the family to start feeling like crap!" Heh. Well, it's true. My cousin Ashley isn't quite so model-y looking, but she's still always really cute looking. Then there will be me, with my frizzy hair and glasses, and blah clothes, and ugh. Not to mention they're all insanely fit. Like, going to college on sports scholarships fit (Courtney isn't in college, and doesn't do sports though, but she's just as fit.), or--in Ashley's case--in High School still, but in sports as well. So, when I say fit, I mean perfect bodies, and biceps that seriously make my chin drop. Not huge and gross, though. You know what I mean. Sigh. I should post pics of my family sometime, so you guys can see what I mean. It's just disgusting how pretty they are, believe me. Heh, I like how jealous and bitter I sound.
Also, on my mind is this randomness:
My Mom asked me the other day if I wanted to see "Analyze That" with her and Joe, but I said no, partly because it just looks dumb, but also just for principle. Because the premise irritates me. He fakes a breakdown and acts crazy, so the prison releases him into a doctor's care? Girl, please. 16% of inmates in America are mentally ill, and only 60% of them report having received mental health treatment while incarcerated. You're lucky if you even get to see a doctor every now and then, if you're mentally ill in prison. You sure as Hell aren't going to get released, just because you pretend to be nutty. Stupid Hollywood. It bugs me even more, because it gives the impression to people that you can get away with stuff in the criminal justice system, by saying you're mentally ill, which is bullshit.
I really need to get my hair done, and I'd like to have it taken care of next week, so that it will be done for Christmas, but it's going to be hard to make an appointment. I ran into my stylist at work the other night though, and she told me that if I was having trouble making one, to leave a message, and she'd stay late one night or something. What a sweetie. She made me feel kind of bad about how it looked though. Heh. I was like "I've been meaning to make an appointment with you lately, but I haven't yet. Expect to hear from me soon, though" and she was like "Yeah, I was going to say. Looking at it. . ." Aw, man. I mean, she knows how my hair looks when it's thinned and everything, and she can see the roots are growing out, so I know she was just saying it, like "It's time to fix it again, now" not "Your hair is horrible." But still.
I wouldn't care quite so much, except I admit I always feel like I have to get myself looking good before Christmas Eve, because my cousins and everyone on my Mom's side are all gorgeous. Well, my cousins Derek and Michael aren't supermodels or anything, but everyone always dresses well and looks good. And the girls? Sigh. I mean, Courtney, one of them, was almost going to model for a while (not runway though, obviously. Hee. My sister, at 5'4 is tall for the family). Her and Whitney are just so perfect looking, and stylish; they show up looking like they just stepped off the cover of a magazine. My sister and I are always like "Nothing like being with the family to start feeling like crap!" Heh. Well, it's true. My cousin Ashley isn't quite so model-y looking, but she's still always really cute looking. Then there will be me, with my frizzy hair and glasses, and blah clothes, and ugh. Not to mention they're all insanely fit. Like, going to college on sports scholarships fit (Courtney isn't in college, and doesn't do sports though, but she's just as fit.), or--in Ashley's case--in High School still, but in sports as well. So, when I say fit, I mean perfect bodies, and biceps that seriously make my chin drop. Not huge and gross, though. You know what I mean. Sigh. I should post pics of my family sometime, so you guys can see what I mean. It's just disgusting how pretty they are, believe me. Heh, I like how jealous and bitter I sound.
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Date: 2002-12-13 07:59 pm (UTC)But, whatever, because you're totally gorgeous, frizzy hair or no. And glasses are sexy. Muchly. So there.
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Date: 2002-12-14 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-12-14 06:19 am (UTC). . . in a non-gay way, of course.
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Date: 2002-12-15 01:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2002-12-16 02:31 pm (UTC)