before the lobotomy.
So.
I was on the online store for the goth shop I went to down the coast with my grandparents [odd, I know. My grandma stuck out like a sore thumb, but I blended in good]. And I was looking at their Demonia shoes because I'm considering buying myself a new pair of boots or something, with platforms this time.
AND OHMYGOD. :cheese:
They had them for like, a hundred bucks for the 7-inch platform ones. And there were some cute 5-inch heels for sixty bucks. AND I FELL IN LOVE.
But, I have to wait because if I bought them now I'd have no money for the Deathstars gig. Which would suck, because then I would have no merch. AND I NEED A DEATHSTARS SHIRT, OHMYGOD.
I know they're only 9,90 euros on their store-thing, but I can't be bothered.
It's a good excuse to get away from my dad, anyway!
"Ohai dad. Obye dad, getting merch lolololol. Then gonna go pee. TTFN."
And then I sneak off with Laura and her sister to meet the band. Because we're cool bananaboats like that.
ANYWAY.
One of my mates was in a car accident, and her grandpa died. I got told three days after everyone found out. Then I'm not told that the granddad's funeral is tomorrow and I ask her what she's dressing up as [yes, our high school has dressup days] and all of a sudden it's "OHMYGOD RENEE DON'T BE SUCH A BITCH JESUS! IT'S HER GRANDDAD'S FUNERAL FOR FUCK'S SAKE! GO DIE, WE ALL HATE YOU AND THINK YOU'RE AN INSIGNIFICANT SPECK!"
So yeah. I'm the spawn of Satan, evidently.
Which usually, I wouldn't mind. But I do this time.
And on top of that this jackass in my class keeps hitting on me. AND IT IS DRIVING ME MAD. "So, Renee, got a boyfriend?" "No, and if it's you offering, I don't want one." "Ever kissed a boy?" "...no. Now fuck off." "But-" "-sticks Negative on reallyreally loud-"
That's how it all went downnnnnn.
Pretty much anyway.
SO YEAH.
It's been pretty shitty.
I have a sore throat today too, which really sucks because it doesn't seem to be getting better. AND I have the dressup thing tomorrow AND I have to do a cover of [i don't know what yet, but I'm thinking of Nymphetamine] on Friday.
WHICH I CAN'T DO WHEN MY THROAT FEELS LIKE IT'S BEING SANDPAPERED. DDD:
So yes.
I'm dying. I think. DDD:
-doesn't want to die before september-
Bytheway, is it just me, or is Venus In Arms a very lullabyish song? Because I've totally been listening to it before I doze off the past few nights and I've ACTUALLY SLEPT. D:
I was on the online store for the goth shop I went to down the coast with my grandparents [odd, I know. My grandma stuck out like a sore thumb, but I blended in good]. And I was looking at their Demonia shoes because I'm considering buying myself a new pair of boots or something, with platforms this time.
AND OHMYGOD. :cheese:
They had them for like, a hundred bucks for the 7-inch platform ones. And there were some cute 5-inch heels for sixty bucks. AND I FELL IN LOVE.
But, I have to wait because if I bought them now I'd have no money for the Deathstars gig. Which would suck, because then I would have no merch. AND I NEED A DEATHSTARS SHIRT, OHMYGOD.
I know they're only 9,90 euros on their store-thing, but I can't be bothered.
It's a good excuse to get away from my dad, anyway!
"Ohai dad. Obye dad, getting merch lolololol. Then gonna go pee. TTFN."
And then I sneak off with Laura and her sister to meet the band. Because we're cool bananaboats like that.
ANYWAY.
One of my mates was in a car accident, and her grandpa died. I got told three days after everyone found out. Then I'm not told that the granddad's funeral is tomorrow and I ask her what she's dressing up as [yes, our high school has dressup days] and all of a sudden it's "OHMYGOD RENEE DON'T BE SUCH A BITCH JESUS! IT'S HER GRANDDAD'S FUNERAL FOR FUCK'S SAKE! GO DIE, WE ALL HATE YOU AND THINK YOU'RE AN INSIGNIFICANT SPECK!"
So yeah. I'm the spawn of Satan, evidently.
Which usually, I wouldn't mind. But I do this time.
And on top of that this jackass in my class keeps hitting on me. AND IT IS DRIVING ME MAD. "So, Renee, got a boyfriend?" "No, and if it's you offering, I don't want one." "Ever kissed a boy?" "...no. Now fuck off." "But-" "-sticks Negative on reallyreally loud-"
That's how it all went downnnnnn.
Pretty much anyway.
SO YEAH.
It's been pretty shitty.
I have a sore throat today too, which really sucks because it doesn't seem to be getting better. AND I have the dressup thing tomorrow AND I have to do a cover of [i don't know what yet, but I'm thinking of Nymphetamine] on Friday.
WHICH I CAN'T DO WHEN MY THROAT FEELS LIKE IT'S BEING SANDPAPERED. DDD:
So yes.
I'm dying. I think. DDD:
-doesn't want to die before september-
Bytheway, is it just me, or is Venus In Arms a very lullabyish song? Because I've totally been listening to it before I doze off the past few nights and I've ACTUALLY SLEPT. D: