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So don't be a liar,
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.
But I'm not laughing and you're not leaving
and who do I think I am kidding
When I'm the only one locked in this cell?
All I have to agree on (still) is that... I procrastinate too much.
My weekend has been fabulous (with the exception of Friday which was barely tolerable). Friday was full of this and that. Saturday was a mix of good and bad. Sunday I hung out with alot of chinks. That's what I've settled on calling them/us. Any azn with chinky eyes are officially chinks (I don't give a rats ass if you're korean or jap. you look alike so fuck it).
Heh.
Today was mom's last day at work so she was in a good mood so I let her tote me around Orlando. We even took those booth pictures. Well we're going to sell the house and move and I'm really bummed about it since we don't know what we're planning on doing with the cat and dog. We're probably going to stay in this fucking county in this fucking school zone (I'd give up alot to come back to seminole. There's plenty of ppl that haven't forgotten me yet.... "that tall azn girl? yeahh I remember her" when you're tall & azn... you're kinda hard to forget :T). I mean I like Brantley and all I just would like a new school. Lake Mary or Lake Howell or WHATEVERTHEFUCKISAVAILABLE. man I've been cursing like a sailor. ~please forgive my french. it's lacking in skill~ but I know if I leave brantley, casee would flip out and it's ironic sometimes how we take each other for granted.
So here I am, insecure again, wonderingiftomorrowwillbemuchbetter, maybe I need religion, maybe I need new philosophies, maybe I need to take risks and lie and sneak out more often and go out more often and date guys without thinking I'm being sleazy or that guys are only out for one thing (they all cheat. I swear they do. and they're all out for one thing. I've been in places and situations where I was "one of the guys" and they told me too many things. therefore, I am cynical)
Cynicism. how ironic. we're studying cynicism in literature. Ernest Hemingway with his "impetent" hero, Jacob Barnes. I like the book so far... The Sun Also Rises. I'm so typical.
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken.
And you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me.
But I'm not laughing and you're not leaving
and who do I think I am kidding
When I'm the only one locked in this cell?
All I have to agree on (still) is that... I procrastinate too much.
My weekend has been fabulous (with the exception of Friday which was barely tolerable). Friday was full of this and that. Saturday was a mix of good and bad. Sunday I hung out with alot of chinks. That's what I've settled on calling them/us. Any azn with chinky eyes are officially chinks (I don't give a rats ass if you're korean or jap. you look alike so fuck it).
Heh.
Today was mom's last day at work so she was in a good mood so I let her tote me around Orlando. We even took those booth pictures. Well we're going to sell the house and move and I'm really bummed about it since we don't know what we're planning on doing with the cat and dog. We're probably going to stay in this fucking county in this fucking school zone (I'd give up alot to come back to seminole. There's plenty of ppl that haven't forgotten me yet.... "that tall azn girl? yeahh I remember her" when you're tall & azn... you're kinda hard to forget :T). I mean I like Brantley and all I just would like a new school. Lake Mary or Lake Howell or WHATEVERTHEFUCKISAVAILABLE. man I've been cursing like a sailor. ~please forgive my french. it's lacking in skill~ but I know if I leave brantley, casee would flip out and it's ironic sometimes how we take each other for granted.
So here I am, insecure again, wonderingiftomorrowwillbemuchbetter, maybe I need religion, maybe I need new philosophies, maybe I need to take risks and lie and sneak out more often and go out more often and date guys without thinking I'm being sleazy or that guys are only out for one thing (they all cheat. I swear they do. and they're all out for one thing. I've been in places and situations where I was "one of the guys" and they told me too many things. therefore, I am cynical)
Cynicism. how ironic. we're studying cynicism in literature. Ernest Hemingway with his "impetent" hero, Jacob Barnes. I like the book so far... The Sun Also Rises. I'm so typical.