So I Herd U Liek Mudkips
Was ist das? Ich weiss nicht.
Okay,so I'm honestly pondering making my journal friends-only due to some awkward run-ins with,oddly enough, more than one former beau of mine. Seems to be a reoccurring thing amongst them. Lurching, that is. Though, I don't know, I have a right to write down my sassy thoughts anywhere,right? Why should I care whether or not someone reads about my thoughts at my most *cough*crazy*cough* times.
It's not like I've had this blog-journal-whatever thing for three years so I can tell the world about how I ate a PB&J sandwich for lunch and that some lady at work was trying on pants and shorts with no underwear. That, by the way, is completely true...about the underwear thing. Anyway, back to the point. Is this going to turn into some weird "Battle of the Exes Via Livejournal:The Lamest Place on Earth"? If it is,then, I'm out. I just wanted somewhere to write about me having weird thoughts. Me at the apex of my emotional instability and what-have you. So, when a certain someone,for reasons unknown to me, reads this stupid journal, and seemingly is offended by some of it's contents (I really need to put a disclaimer on it or something,cause this has happened more than once) why do I feel so weird about it? Do I need to defend myself? Not,really, but for some weird reason I feel the need to. I'm a really silly girl, as I'm sure you all know. I mean, I cosplay for Pete's sake. Nonetheless, is it appropriate that I feel so...invaded? I don't think it is, but I feel it nonetheless. I mean, who, for the jollies of it all, goes lurching their ex-girlfriend's journals? I mean, I seriously don't get it. It seems kinda weird to me. I didn't even know he wrote anything until a little bird happened to float by and mention something to me.
Maybe I should recant my previous statements?
I don't feel like that's how it should go, though, I do feel like my wording in said entry was a bit on the...juvenile side. I have to admit I was a bit loopy from lack of sleep and too much Brawl. Not to mention awkward break-up time with Josh.
Maybe I should rewrite said entry?
I'm not quite sure yet.
I'll get back to you all on that eventually.
My life has been through a very odd series of events so far this year, and it's only March.
I'm still sorting through things from December 07.
Why do I have the Talking Heads stuck in my head?
The world may never know.
***To Harper, though I'm doubting you'll ever in your life read this:
I'm sorry? I sent you a text message,which you more than likely instantly deleted once you noticed it was me. Yeah, I'm fairly certain anyone who gets a text from me is disappointed when they realize it's my number. Harr. I'm so funneh. Anyway, I digress. I apologize for the endlessly stupid way of wording most of that. Yeah, I'm a bitter cynical bitch but hey, that's me. I honestly don't think that terribly about you, but am pretty miffed that I basically don't exist to you. Even after buying you that They Might Be Giants ticket that you so adamantly refused. I'm going to be honest, I tried. But I figured after a few months I'd just not bother anymore because my attempts were fruitless. You're an asshole,but low and behold, so am I. We were pretty good as friends, but I'm obviously part of some "chapter" that you don't feel like reliving...or something. I don't exactly remember or really care to be exact, paraphrasing at this point is fine enough. Here is my white flag. Do whatever with it. If you wanna be civil,then let's be civil. At this point I know we're two completely different people than we were back when we communicated so, if you ever want to even just say a simple "Hi", then don't worry, I want bite your head off. I still have more in common with you than I do with the neanderthals that consider themselves college students around here. I swear, Exo-Squad is some sort of esoteric thing to them.
Anyway kiddos, this is where I end this unnecessarily long post.
Okay,so I'm honestly pondering making my journal friends-only due to some awkward run-ins with,oddly enough, more than one former beau of mine. Seems to be a reoccurring thing amongst them. Lurching, that is. Though, I don't know, I have a right to write down my sassy thoughts anywhere,right? Why should I care whether or not someone reads about my thoughts at my most *cough*crazy*cough* times.
It's not like I've had this blog-journal-whatever thing for three years so I can tell the world about how I ate a PB&J sandwich for lunch and that some lady at work was trying on pants and shorts with no underwear. That, by the way, is completely true...about the underwear thing. Anyway, back to the point. Is this going to turn into some weird "Battle of the Exes Via Livejournal:The Lamest Place on Earth"? If it is,then, I'm out. I just wanted somewhere to write about me having weird thoughts. Me at the apex of my emotional instability and what-have you. So, when a certain someone,for reasons unknown to me, reads this stupid journal, and seemingly is offended by some of it's contents (I really need to put a disclaimer on it or something,cause this has happened more than once) why do I feel so weird about it? Do I need to defend myself? Not,really, but for some weird reason I feel the need to. I'm a really silly girl, as I'm sure you all know. I mean, I cosplay for Pete's sake. Nonetheless, is it appropriate that I feel so...invaded? I don't think it is, but I feel it nonetheless. I mean, who, for the jollies of it all, goes lurching their ex-girlfriend's journals? I mean, I seriously don't get it. It seems kinda weird to me. I didn't even know he wrote anything until a little bird happened to float by and mention something to me.
Maybe I should recant my previous statements?
I don't feel like that's how it should go, though, I do feel like my wording in said entry was a bit on the...juvenile side. I have to admit I was a bit loopy from lack of sleep and too much Brawl. Not to mention awkward break-up time with Josh.
Maybe I should rewrite said entry?
I'm not quite sure yet.
I'll get back to you all on that eventually.
My life has been through a very odd series of events so far this year, and it's only March.
I'm still sorting through things from December 07.
Why do I have the Talking Heads stuck in my head?
The world may never know.
***To Harper, though I'm doubting you'll ever in your life read this:
I'm sorry? I sent you a text message,which you more than likely instantly deleted once you noticed it was me. Yeah, I'm fairly certain anyone who gets a text from me is disappointed when they realize it's my number. Harr. I'm so funneh. Anyway, I digress. I apologize for the endlessly stupid way of wording most of that. Yeah, I'm a bitter cynical bitch but hey, that's me. I honestly don't think that terribly about you, but am pretty miffed that I basically don't exist to you. Even after buying you that They Might Be Giants ticket that you so adamantly refused. I'm going to be honest, I tried. But I figured after a few months I'd just not bother anymore because my attempts were fruitless. You're an asshole,but low and behold, so am I. We were pretty good as friends, but I'm obviously part of some "chapter" that you don't feel like reliving...or something. I don't exactly remember or really care to be exact, paraphrasing at this point is fine enough. Here is my white flag. Do whatever with it. If you wanna be civil,then let's be civil. At this point I know we're two completely different people than we were back when we communicated so, if you ever want to even just say a simple "Hi", then don't worry, I want bite your head off. I still have more in common with you than I do with the neanderthals that consider themselves college students around here. I swear, Exo-Squad is some sort of esoteric thing to them.
Anyway kiddos, this is where I end this unnecessarily long post.