odd things.

Okay. So, I recently graduated. Yay, me.

A friend of the family videotaped the graduation and the party. He talked to everyone (he called it "words of wisdom for you, Yaminah") and got them all on tape. Okay, well, problem is that in every single scene I'm in, I'm chewing effing gum. Yes, you heard me. I'm chewing goddamn gum like an effing cow. Not that up-and-down chewing with your mandible. No. I'm grinding this gum in a circular motion, like it's a piece of cud, like I'm an effing cow or goat.
Normally, I hate gum. But lately, I've been chewing gum while idle (i.e. typing late at night, playing videogames, watching T.V.). I usually don't chew gum in a public place. Only in my house or a friend's house or when I'm in Wal*Mart and I don't care what I look like.
I've made a mental note to never, ever chew gum while around people ever again. And if that's not enough, the camera added weight to my body/face, so I really do LOOK LIKE A COW.
If I'm not satisfied with how I look, then I don't want others seeing me. That's just how I am. I brush my hair, brush my teeth, wash my face, and change into houseclothes before anyone in my house sees me (when I wake up in the morning). Not many people have seen me in what I wear to bed. Just saying.

Another thing, I recieved "monetary gifts" during that party. Let me just say right now that I didn't realize how much random things are until I had enough money to buy it. This money, I have to make it last all summer, and I think I've spent about $200 on food, new earphones & a mouse, and some new clothes for college (maybe 10 things). The most expensive thing I bought was the new mouse, which was $25 ish. Now, see, when I go to the store, the maximum I spend in any place is ten dollars. .... It's really adding up, my friends. And now I've budgeted myself. I don't think I'll be seeing Transformers 2 tonight at the midnight premiere. (I saw Terminator at the midnight premiere on May 20, which was my last day of school {best last day of school EVER. parties, card games, restaurant and movie with friends. I've never felt that grown up in my life.}, but I only did that because someone paid for me and I baked a cake to repay them. Hahahaha.)
I have money problems. But only because I don't realize how much I spend. I sound like one of those debt-solution-Oprah-sob-stories waiting to happen. Oi.

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One thing about college worries me. It's not my dorm, it's not the food, it's not the people, it's not my classes. At home, I can yell and scream at the top of my lungs when I'm frustrated, scared, full of squee, etc., but in college, I won't be able to do that without people thinking I'm crazy. So either I'm going to turn into a crazy, eccentric, I-honestly-don't-care loner, or I'm going to turn into a secretly crazy, eccentric, I-honestly-don't care girl. I don't know which I prefer. Because on one hand, I really don't care {anymore}. And on the other hand, I have no clue what I want.

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My sister is crazy. She walks around in too-small clothes that are very, very showy when she's around the house. She... Let's just say she's weird.

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Um. I am currently obsessed with CSI. Yes, the Las Vegas one that everyone seems to have forgotten about. No, I do not want CSI: Miami. Yes, Danny Messer from CSI: New York is the shit, but I want my CSI. Thank you, Spike TV, for being the only network that shows reruns everyday for at least 5 hours straight. You are feeding unhealthy drugs to a psychotic girl.