No more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay.
Of course, my gentle readers, I do not mean that. If I did, I would be on my way to transforming into a whiny emo bitch. From there, I may have to start cutting myself. I guess it is a good thing that only boys can be real emos. I understand that many "emo" girls may hate me for that one, but I suppose one could look at it this way. How many boys succesfully acquire tons of girls and friends simply because they wear girl pants and fake glasses? And are anorexic? And write flowery, sad poetry? Lots of boys!
How many girls can acquire the same popularity this way? None that I've met.
I am probably too late for some of you, and for this I apologize, but I've been forgetting... Do not spend money to go see Eragon. Do not even consider this. Me and Jeremy made this sad mistake. The movie is basically a bad Star Wars rewrite with dragons. The baby dragon at the beginning of the movie is literally the only pleasant thing about the movie. Jeremy and I could not help ourselves and heckled the movie the entire time. It was impossible to not heckle this movie. Despite heckling the movie, we still felt as if we had been robbed.
Luckily, we were rewarded for our troubles at the end of the movie. There was a fat, stocky nerd who for a full five seconds felt able to stand up for himself.
"You need to shut the fuck up!"
Now, I understand that this person was probably a huge fan of the book series and had been counting down the days to the debut of the movie in theaters. I am sure it would have meant a lot to him to be able to watch the movie without having to endure two assholes right behind him mocking his only love. However, I do not respect anyone who took that movie seriously. I had no reason to care. What made it funnier was that he would not even *look* at us while bitching. He rambled off to us and then ran away. I am positive that he had never stood up for himself before and could only do so when Eragon's integrity was threatened. Oh well. A for effort.
Eh... Last night was better than other New Year's Eves. As many people on Facebook discovered last night, I managed to get pretty drunk. I seem to metabolize alcohol pretty fast though, so I could never manage to stay drunk for more than a little while at a time, which would require more alcohol. My best friend last night was a bottle of 100 proof peppermint schnapps that I at first refused to drink because I was convinced it would taste like nail polish remover. I am ashamed to admit that hard liquor and I do not at all have a friendly relationship. It does not manage to make itself taste good to me, so I cannot drink it.
Peppermint schnapps was different. I added it to Red Bull. It tasted awesome. I added it to orange juice. Even better. Not only that, but I am certain that it for at least a few seconds gave me minty fresh breath. I could drink peppermint schnapps all the time.
And I do not even have a hangover.
Parents annoy me whne they say, "Well, go ahead and drink but don't get drunk, okay?" What is the point of drinking if you don't get drunk? Alcohol does not taste good. The only pleasurable thing about drinking alcohol is to get drunk. Period.
My New Year's Resolutions? Well, I have the usual... Working out six days a week and eating better (the former of which I have already been doing anyway). But I do not believe those count, seeing as how 90% of America makes the exact same resolutions every year. My real resolution is to start living my life more. Do more stuff. Party more. Go out with people more. MEET more people. I want to really experience life. I do not do nearly enough with myself. I just want to freaking get out more... Capital makes that really hard ebcause there is literally nothing worth doing on campus. I thought I'd really keep going for theater, but... I have dancing. Which I need to work on. I'm getting better.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone to Ohio State. Well, since I officially have an apartment I can live at now, it should be acceptable to start inviting people over and having fun.
Well, it's time for me to hop on the treadmill. ANd then shower. And then call the vet (Molly's mange came back). Later.
How many girls can acquire the same popularity this way? None that I've met.
I am probably too late for some of you, and for this I apologize, but I've been forgetting... Do not spend money to go see Eragon. Do not even consider this. Me and Jeremy made this sad mistake. The movie is basically a bad Star Wars rewrite with dragons. The baby dragon at the beginning of the movie is literally the only pleasant thing about the movie. Jeremy and I could not help ourselves and heckled the movie the entire time. It was impossible to not heckle this movie. Despite heckling the movie, we still felt as if we had been robbed.
Luckily, we were rewarded for our troubles at the end of the movie. There was a fat, stocky nerd who for a full five seconds felt able to stand up for himself.
"You need to shut the fuck up!"
Now, I understand that this person was probably a huge fan of the book series and had been counting down the days to the debut of the movie in theaters. I am sure it would have meant a lot to him to be able to watch the movie without having to endure two assholes right behind him mocking his only love. However, I do not respect anyone who took that movie seriously. I had no reason to care. What made it funnier was that he would not even *look* at us while bitching. He rambled off to us and then ran away. I am positive that he had never stood up for himself before and could only do so when Eragon's integrity was threatened. Oh well. A for effort.
Eh... Last night was better than other New Year's Eves. As many people on Facebook discovered last night, I managed to get pretty drunk. I seem to metabolize alcohol pretty fast though, so I could never manage to stay drunk for more than a little while at a time, which would require more alcohol. My best friend last night was a bottle of 100 proof peppermint schnapps that I at first refused to drink because I was convinced it would taste like nail polish remover. I am ashamed to admit that hard liquor and I do not at all have a friendly relationship. It does not manage to make itself taste good to me, so I cannot drink it.
Peppermint schnapps was different. I added it to Red Bull. It tasted awesome. I added it to orange juice. Even better. Not only that, but I am certain that it for at least a few seconds gave me minty fresh breath. I could drink peppermint schnapps all the time.
And I do not even have a hangover.
Parents annoy me whne they say, "Well, go ahead and drink but don't get drunk, okay?" What is the point of drinking if you don't get drunk? Alcohol does not taste good. The only pleasurable thing about drinking alcohol is to get drunk. Period.
My New Year's Resolutions? Well, I have the usual... Working out six days a week and eating better (the former of which I have already been doing anyway). But I do not believe those count, seeing as how 90% of America makes the exact same resolutions every year. My real resolution is to start living my life more. Do more stuff. Party more. Go out with people more. MEET more people. I want to really experience life. I do not do nearly enough with myself. I just want to freaking get out more... Capital makes that really hard ebcause there is literally nothing worth doing on campus. I thought I'd really keep going for theater, but... I have dancing. Which I need to work on. I'm getting better.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have gone to Ohio State. Well, since I officially have an apartment I can live at now, it should be acceptable to start inviting people over and having fun.
Well, it's time for me to hop on the treadmill. ANd then shower. And then call the vet (Molly's mange came back). Later.