Hilarious, I'm not

Last night, I couldn't sleep. Therefore, I watched queer comedians on the logo website until my brain had rotted and spilled out my ears. Or more specifically, 3 A.M.

Then I asked myself, "Am I funny?" The answer was, "No, Loser." So I sighed and wondered about my dashed career hopes.

After moping around the downstairs in self pity for a while I remembered... what was that T had said... "You're so funny! Hilarious!" I thought about this for a while, trying to figure out why I was funny. She said that while we were both at Girl's Camp (Which I wonder, why can't they come up with a more original name...) and I was basking in the other girls misery, they were all (Except for me), having horrible cramps. We were talking. Because it was camp, I was so fucking wound-up that I was being very spontaneous.

Which explains why she thought I was so funny. My brain was being overworked and I couldn't sleep. Those are the only conditions I can be funny under. So I'm not funny unless I'm at school or camp.

Dammit.

Clothed and Ready to Go

Since junior high, I have been choosing a style to guide what clothes I wear each year. Most of the time, I only have enough clothes for a weeks worth of outfits by the end of the school year.

This year, I chose a much more achievable style for me. Grunge-goth. I combine them so I can wear my crappy thrift store clothes with gothy leather and chains. I went to Value Village and bought a couple of faded plaid button up shirts, which I can layer over a beat up tee. Then, I wear a loose (p)leather jacket, making it look almost edgy, but it's really not. As far as pants go... I like jeans. Black jeans, stone-wash jeans, ripped jeans... The list goes on. Another favorite of mine: Beatnik skirts. <3

I have made several mistakes in the past. In late elementary school, I would wear boy clothes and baggy girl clothes. I hated skirts, horses, pink and boy bands. When I look back at it, I think it's actually kind of funny. However, in the early grades I wore as many bright colors as I could. Things change I guess...

Lalalalalala....

Computer Programming

My Dad programs computers for a living. Sometimes I ask him to explain what he did today at work. As it turns out, I have a lot to learn about computers. At least I've figured out the Internet.

So, I've been trying to earn money for a concert later this year. The tickets are $100+. My Dad says "Programming is a useful skill to have, I might pay you to make a program..." He was trying to corner me into studying programming until I figured a budgeting program. I spent a week doing the tutorials from the Microsoft website. I finished the "Introduction to C#". (C# is a computer language). All I did was make a program that said

"Your name please:_(Type your name)_"
"Hello, _(Name)_"
But if you typed in "Emily,"it would say
"Hi, Emily"

This simple program caused me much frustration, followed by misery. However, I got $3 for my pain. Which is better than nothing.

I've decided programming isn't exactly my thing. :D