see i've already waited too long and all my hope is gone.
i've watched a bunch of movies recently. five hundred days of summer, the ugly truth, the hangover, ghosts of girlfriends past, the proposal, orphan, and all of the final destinations. because i am that bored. i watched the horror ones by myself though. which got me thinking. how much of these movies actually happen in real life? like, the proposal thing. i bet that happens. or five hundred days. fuck man, that's complete shit, having this chick tell you that she doesn't believe in love and she's not looking for anything serious and bam she gets married. what the fuck, right. the hangover is a bit too unrealistic.. what with the eighty grand and the tigers and mike tyson all. the ghosts thing is fucking creepy. i wouldn't want that. i'd rather die unhappy than have ghosts of my past visit me and be showered with all the condoms i've used in this lifetime. fuck no. then there's the final destinations. i'm counting down the days until i'm mysteriously killed by some unknown cause because i've successfully defeated the grim reaper for now.
anyway, summer's coming soon. i'll be supervising prom. whoopee. then i think i'm going to quit. got accepted at nyu. finally. it's pretty much the school i've wanted to go to since i was what... six? yeah. probably going to major in chemistry. or photography. i'm not sure. anything else doesn't appeal. i'm moving in with lily, anna, and nick. we got a flat at the fucking trump tower on fifth avenue. it's sick. there's four bedrooms and four baths, formal dining room.. informal dining room, kitchen, living room, the likes. it looks pretty amazing. can't wait to move in.
why do i have we're off to see the wizard on my itunes...?
so i don't know. lets play twenty questions? you can do it anonymously if you like. or comment on movies or school or nyu or the wizards of oz. i don't really care.
also, ashlynn wants a prom date. so if someone would kindly get her off my back than she'll be your sex slave for the rest of the year. i mean it. free s&m. take up the offer. it's for the goodness of us all.
stella.
meet you at my door in five minutes. minutes not seconds, babe. really important.
nick, jesse, chase, (nate?).
vegas. road trip. no chicks. we're leaving on the fifteenth of may. and if we get back late.. well, jesse and chase can skip school.
lily, anna, and nick.
permission to get a 42 inch flat screen and all that shit? surround sound and all. blu ray. tivo. i need something to entertain me at night.
ellie.
what are you doing this summer?
private.
what does quitting mean? it means never setting foot in segreto again. no visiting, no nothing, no shit. no more segreto. weird. been here for five years and now it's like i can't bear to leave it. but got to get away from all this bullshit sometime, right? at least i don't have to come back every three weeks. so i'm cut loose. off. alone. goodbye. maybe i'll get a degree or two and come back as a teacher. that is, if the whole hugh hefner thing doesn't work out. because i'd pick being hugh hefner over a teacher any day. still, though. i'm quitting. i'm not sure why.. but i am. maybe it's because my job just fucking sucks, huh? yeah. probably. well, nyu here i come, eh.
long distance. i seriously. i can't even. i don't trust in myself to do seeing each other every single day and now i'm moving two hours away. yeah.. remember what happened last time we were apart? wow. it's not like i have a problem with leaving her or anything. i think it's probably my fucking gad. because every time i have free time to think about this i worry and i keep worrying and thinking and it's complete shit. like, what if she leaves me. what if some fucking amazing guy comes along that didn't bet twenty bucks on her or something. because it could happen. and it might happen. and fuck. and i'm just pretending to myself that everything's fine and dandy. obviously it might not be anymore. two hours. banned from school. this shit is so difficult.
maybe this is why i'm so off lately. i really need that trip to vegas.
anyway, summer's coming soon. i'll be supervising prom. whoopee. then i think i'm going to quit. got accepted at nyu. finally. it's pretty much the school i've wanted to go to since i was what... six? yeah. probably going to major in chemistry. or photography. i'm not sure. anything else doesn't appeal. i'm moving in with lily, anna, and nick. we got a flat at the fucking trump tower on fifth avenue. it's sick. there's four bedrooms and four baths, formal dining room.. informal dining room, kitchen, living room, the likes. it looks pretty amazing. can't wait to move in.
why do i have we're off to see the wizard on my itunes...?
so i don't know. lets play twenty questions? you can do it anonymously if you like. or comment on movies or school or nyu or the wizards of oz. i don't really care.
also, ashlynn wants a prom date. so if someone would kindly get her off my back than she'll be your sex slave for the rest of the year. i mean it. free s&m. take up the offer. it's for the goodness of us all.
stella.
meet you at my door in five minutes. minutes not seconds, babe. really important.
nick, jesse, chase, (nate?).
vegas. road trip. no chicks. we're leaving on the fifteenth of may. and if we get back late.. well, jesse and chase can skip school.
lily, anna, and nick.
permission to get a 42 inch flat screen and all that shit? surround sound and all. blu ray. tivo. i need something to entertain me at night.
ellie.
what are you doing this summer?
private.
what does quitting mean? it means never setting foot in segreto again. no visiting, no nothing, no shit. no more segreto. weird. been here for five years and now it's like i can't bear to leave it. but got to get away from all this bullshit sometime, right? at least i don't have to come back every three weeks. so i'm cut loose. off. alone. goodbye. maybe i'll get a degree or two and come back as a teacher. that is, if the whole hugh hefner thing doesn't work out. because i'd pick being hugh hefner over a teacher any day. still, though. i'm quitting. i'm not sure why.. but i am. maybe it's because my job just fucking sucks, huh? yeah. probably. well, nyu here i come, eh.
long distance. i seriously. i can't even. i don't trust in myself to do seeing each other every single day and now i'm moving two hours away. yeah.. remember what happened last time we were apart? wow. it's not like i have a problem with leaving her or anything. i think it's probably my fucking gad. because every time i have free time to think about this i worry and i keep worrying and thinking and it's complete shit. like, what if she leaves me. what if some fucking amazing guy comes along that didn't bet twenty bucks on her or something. because it could happen. and it might happen. and fuck. and i'm just pretending to myself that everything's fine and dandy. obviously it might not be anymore. two hours. banned from school. this shit is so difficult.
maybe this is why i'm so off lately. i really need that trip to vegas.