As You Were....
"Are you having sweet dreams? The kind that silly girls do. Are you sitting wide awake and thinking about me too?"
Well I haven't updated in a long long time, I know. But not much has changed besides the fact that I'm of legal drinking age. WVU is totally whipping ass this year in football and I hope they go all the way. I still have my guitars but they sit in my room unplayed. The more they sit there untouched the more I consider selling them. It's just that I don't give myself to play them like I used to. So that's gonna be my new goal, play guitar more! Along with getting my shit straight in college because I'm fucking up in English Comp 101. My folks had to have a meeting with my teacher and the dean, fucking whoopie. My girlfriend told me to tell the dean that he could suck her cock, hehe. But I wouldn't do that, because the dean's awesome. He looks like Kenny Rogers which fucking rocks hardcore. I made a new friend thanks to the student lounge in school who's name is Terry, originally from Virginia. Guess he moved here not too long ago and is kinda having a hard time adjusting living in a small town. I wonder if he plays anything like bass or something then I could actually have the remnant of band that was being formed. Need to make a note to snag his cell phone number if he has one so we can hang.
I keep wondering why I put up with Krissy, she's gotta be one of the most confusing girls I've ever come across. She's alot easier to figure out though which doesn't help her out much. I called her like Saturday evening then she got all pissy at me the day after for leaving a dumb message or so she claims. Then went way out in left field and claimed that I act like she's the worst girl in town. Let's get this straight, I never said that or implied that in anyway. But regardless she goes on saying that she speaks and does what she feels. When did she get to feel this way supposedly? When did I ever supposedly imply that about her? Couldn't get that out of her because she ran away from the conflict by going on away. Which I hate about some girls because they don't want to answer for themselves so they run and hide. If she speaks and does what she feels. What's the damn deal with her playing poor pitiful me and the whole victimized thing?! This her warped emo girl way of getting attention or trying to get more? I have no idea, but this is what I get for getting attracted to the unique artsy emo girls. Looks like they all come with something different. Well every girl does I guess, but she has a lot going on in her head. Looks like I got stuck with having to take most of her awkward misgivings and pissy moods. Because she's all emo and supposedly gets treated bad in school. But then she wonders why nobody will go out with her? Well looks that question is nearly answered. I mean look at the way she acts for fuck's sake!
It's like I told Carrie last night... I'm surprised I'm not gay for all the shit I've taken from girls in general. So it still shocks me that I haven't given up on them. I remember when I did once and stayed out of relationships as well as being friends with females for a whole year. It was nice and refreshing doing that not having to deal with female shit because I refused to have an intimate relationship. But I have Amber now, so that's outta the question. Now of course it won't happen, and I won't let it. I'm just gonna keep letting Krissy be herself. So if she wants to play poor me, I'm so misunderstood, nobody wants to be my friend, I like you but I don't like you, wah wah wah.... artsy bullshit... let her. I'm going to try my hardest not to pay any attention to her then see where it gets me. I bet she goes nuts or something that or maybe she could care less? Either way, I don't care either. She's really pretty and everything but I'm about to say fuck it. She may have to go mess with somebody else soon because she's on my last nerve.
But I may just contradict myself because I was talking with my boy dirt (aka Andrew) a while back. We both agreed that we were suckers for female punishment until she told us to fuck off or slapped on a restraining order. You know we keep trying and trying just out of persistence until she does something that puts us off. So much that we just forget about her and move on? But before all that happens we keep chasing her. Then she keeps playing games and fucking around. As Krissy said last night she wasn't fucking with me. I was the one that was fucking around with her, bullshit b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t. She knows exactly what she's doing too bad I can't fucking figure it out for the life of me. Well no class until 4 and it's currently 10:08. So I'm just gonna sit and do nothing for a while. Maybe I'll take a nap in the student lounge then get up and finish my English Comp assignment later. Hmmm decisions, decisions... later for now all my peoples.
"If I had a brush right now, I'd paint you all around me. But all I've got is this black pen and another water color dream."
Well I haven't updated in a long long time, I know. But not much has changed besides the fact that I'm of legal drinking age. WVU is totally whipping ass this year in football and I hope they go all the way. I still have my guitars but they sit in my room unplayed. The more they sit there untouched the more I consider selling them. It's just that I don't give myself to play them like I used to. So that's gonna be my new goal, play guitar more! Along with getting my shit straight in college because I'm fucking up in English Comp 101. My folks had to have a meeting with my teacher and the dean, fucking whoopie. My girlfriend told me to tell the dean that he could suck her cock, hehe. But I wouldn't do that, because the dean's awesome. He looks like Kenny Rogers which fucking rocks hardcore. I made a new friend thanks to the student lounge in school who's name is Terry, originally from Virginia. Guess he moved here not too long ago and is kinda having a hard time adjusting living in a small town. I wonder if he plays anything like bass or something then I could actually have the remnant of band that was being formed. Need to make a note to snag his cell phone number if he has one so we can hang.
I keep wondering why I put up with Krissy, she's gotta be one of the most confusing girls I've ever come across. She's alot easier to figure out though which doesn't help her out much. I called her like Saturday evening then she got all pissy at me the day after for leaving a dumb message or so she claims. Then went way out in left field and claimed that I act like she's the worst girl in town. Let's get this straight, I never said that or implied that in anyway. But regardless she goes on saying that she speaks and does what she feels. When did she get to feel this way supposedly? When did I ever supposedly imply that about her? Couldn't get that out of her because she ran away from the conflict by going on away. Which I hate about some girls because they don't want to answer for themselves so they run and hide. If she speaks and does what she feels. What's the damn deal with her playing poor pitiful me and the whole victimized thing?! This her warped emo girl way of getting attention or trying to get more? I have no idea, but this is what I get for getting attracted to the unique artsy emo girls. Looks like they all come with something different. Well every girl does I guess, but she has a lot going on in her head. Looks like I got stuck with having to take most of her awkward misgivings and pissy moods. Because she's all emo and supposedly gets treated bad in school. But then she wonders why nobody will go out with her? Well looks that question is nearly answered. I mean look at the way she acts for fuck's sake!
It's like I told Carrie last night... I'm surprised I'm not gay for all the shit I've taken from girls in general. So it still shocks me that I haven't given up on them. I remember when I did once and stayed out of relationships as well as being friends with females for a whole year. It was nice and refreshing doing that not having to deal with female shit because I refused to have an intimate relationship. But I have Amber now, so that's outta the question. Now of course it won't happen, and I won't let it. I'm just gonna keep letting Krissy be herself. So if she wants to play poor me, I'm so misunderstood, nobody wants to be my friend, I like you but I don't like you, wah wah wah.... artsy bullshit... let her. I'm going to try my hardest not to pay any attention to her then see where it gets me. I bet she goes nuts or something that or maybe she could care less? Either way, I don't care either. She's really pretty and everything but I'm about to say fuck it. She may have to go mess with somebody else soon because she's on my last nerve.
But I may just contradict myself because I was talking with my boy dirt (aka Andrew) a while back. We both agreed that we were suckers for female punishment until she told us to fuck off or slapped on a restraining order. You know we keep trying and trying just out of persistence until she does something that puts us off. So much that we just forget about her and move on? But before all that happens we keep chasing her. Then she keeps playing games and fucking around. As Krissy said last night she wasn't fucking with me. I was the one that was fucking around with her, bullshit b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t. She knows exactly what she's doing too bad I can't fucking figure it out for the life of me. Well no class until 4 and it's currently 10:08. So I'm just gonna sit and do nothing for a while. Maybe I'll take a nap in the student lounge then get up and finish my English Comp assignment later. Hmmm decisions, decisions... later for now all my peoples.
"If I had a brush right now, I'd paint you all around me. But all I've got is this black pen and another water color dream."