This is going to be a real journal entry.
Kay so, I don't really plan on telling you about musicfest. If you weren't there, then it is your fault 'cause it was filled with lots of word slurring, tripping, running, talking fast, and smelling like alcohol. I met a new friend over the weekend, actually three? Yeah, Matt, Kate, and Brendan.
I came to think of it.. alot of people care for me and not in a sexual way. People want to be friends with me, people care about my well being, and i'm actually not that bad of a person.
Things happen, and I think they all happen for a reason (good or bad.) I'm sortof glad for this year, its really real and dramatic. Sometimes I really feel alone though, you know? Sometimes I feel like the only person that I can talk to is myself. I don't want to think like that. I want someone I can talk to, and listen to.
My boyfriend is lame. Actually, i've learned alot from him I guess. We really clash though. I've been spending alot of time with him, and i've learned to stick up to myself and talk back/be a bitch. He's an asshole, i'm a sleaze bitch.
I really have a crush on sleazy dressing. Not all out whore sleaze. But, cute-hot-sleaze. I like redlipstick, nylons, and skirts. I want my nose pierced. Actually, I don't even know if I want a piercing on my face. I want to be poke free. I really like tattoos though.
I also have been drinking alot lately. Smoking ciggarettes is so sick, hipocrite. I'll do what I want, bitches.
I didn't go to warped, because I was stuck in Black Creek. Ewe, sick, I know.. shutup.
Fuck you.
I'm going to the beach.