I love myself
Hello one and Everyone.
It's 2:11. In exactly one hour it will be 3:11. ::beams:: How enjoyable. Well I am at a certain Alex Bellone's house, and either she, or her dog , is snoring. But that's not why I can't sleep. I cannot sleep because I have much on my mind right now. Life seems to work its way out, in strange, strange ways. It leaves you with nothing for so, so, long. And then you get too much of what you want. And then you can't figure out what to do. I need a best friend. If all my best friends weren't boys, this would be a fabulous time for some girl talk. Oh well. I'll have to lj talk instead.
Homecoming is a bother. I wish it'd go away. But just for a little while. I think that, metaphorically, I'm going to end up going to homecoming with the same guy as last year. And that just won't do. Now, perhaps I've gt this all wrong, and this guy isn't so Bryce after all. Now, I don't want my time spent worrying to be for nothing! But perhaps I'm right. If I am, then someone needs to know that that shit doesn't fly with a Chizzle. Perhaps I'm speaking in code. Some weird code that I don't even understand. But it all makes sense in my brain.
I went to the mall today. It was fairly enjoyable. However, I was simply Chelsea. And I've learned over the past two years that, if anything, people don't want Chelsea. They want the Chizzle. Well, I'm pretty sure the Chizzle is broken. And I don't think she's coming back ever, unless (ocassionally) it's between the hours of 10 and 2, and there is loud music, a lack of medicine, and dancin' involved. Oh, I don't know. Today was boring. I was boring.
I laughed alot.
I met some people today. They were pretty neat. One was a mexican, enough said. They were friends of Alex Bellsouth. We all went out to the mall, the four of us, and had a pretty good time. I wasn't myself at all, and couldn't bring myself to be enthusiastic for anything. I couldn't get excited, or obnoxious, or goofy. I was broken. The Chizzle, was broken. The overall day was fun, but the aftermath was a complete letdown. I won't go into details. It is 2:26 at night, and I've been thinking like a madman. Only, I'm not mad.
Oh, circumstances, how you annoy me so! I really do hate little bits of harmless information. Damn my insecurities. Fuck my instability. And I mean that using as little emotion as possible.
Hey, hey. None of that.
It's 2:11. In exactly one hour it will be 3:11. ::beams:: How enjoyable. Well I am at a certain Alex Bellone's house, and either she, or her dog , is snoring. But that's not why I can't sleep. I cannot sleep because I have much on my mind right now. Life seems to work its way out, in strange, strange ways. It leaves you with nothing for so, so, long. And then you get too much of what you want. And then you can't figure out what to do. I need a best friend. If all my best friends weren't boys, this would be a fabulous time for some girl talk. Oh well. I'll have to lj talk instead.
Homecoming is a bother. I wish it'd go away. But just for a little while. I think that, metaphorically, I'm going to end up going to homecoming with the same guy as last year. And that just won't do. Now, perhaps I've gt this all wrong, and this guy isn't so Bryce after all. Now, I don't want my time spent worrying to be for nothing! But perhaps I'm right. If I am, then someone needs to know that that shit doesn't fly with a Chizzle. Perhaps I'm speaking in code. Some weird code that I don't even understand. But it all makes sense in my brain.
I went to the mall today. It was fairly enjoyable. However, I was simply Chelsea. And I've learned over the past two years that, if anything, people don't want Chelsea. They want the Chizzle. Well, I'm pretty sure the Chizzle is broken. And I don't think she's coming back ever, unless (ocassionally) it's between the hours of 10 and 2, and there is loud music, a lack of medicine, and dancin' involved. Oh, I don't know. Today was boring. I was boring.
I laughed alot.
I met some people today. They were pretty neat. One was a mexican, enough said. They were friends of Alex Bellsouth. We all went out to the mall, the four of us, and had a pretty good time. I wasn't myself at all, and couldn't bring myself to be enthusiastic for anything. I couldn't get excited, or obnoxious, or goofy. I was broken. The Chizzle, was broken. The overall day was fun, but the aftermath was a complete letdown. I won't go into details. It is 2:26 at night, and I've been thinking like a madman. Only, I'm not mad.
Oh, circumstances, how you annoy me so! I really do hate little bits of harmless information. Damn my insecurities. Fuck my instability. And I mean that using as little emotion as possible.
Hey, hey. None of that.