update? what you mean by this word "update"?
So. I haven't updated this piece of crap in awhile, and what better time to do it than when I'm bored out of my mind. Here's a fun little list for starters:
Things that make me happy:
1) potatoes
2) popping leg pimples--gross, but extremely satisfying. This is the only place where I really get them, so I have to take what I can get.
3) finding sheepie's lj. stalkerish, but also satisfying.
4) bubble baths
5) seeing dipsticks get what they deserve
6) Truthfulness. As in, acting like who you really fucking are. Hypocritical? it may be. But it still makes me happy. We can't all be hot, thin, hipsters with abounding musical and literary knowledge, but HEY! we can all get over it, and will it really matter in the future whether some hot, pretentious boy whose main goal in life is to be "witty" liked you or not. Ok. I'm going to stop now.
7) Toenails that I can paint.
8) Two words--THE SIMS
9) Talking to Live Oakians. How refreshing. Seriously. There is no sarcasm whatsoever in that last statement. I swear.
10) New clothes. That fit.
Things that make me want to shoot myself and everyone around me.
1) Basically, if you take everything in the above list and find its opposite, that would be what I don't like. Although I don't really know what the opposite of potatoes would be. No potatoes? Who knows.
2) Rednecks
3) Basically everyone at the LSMSA, excepting a few people. Shooting myself and everyone around me would not do the feeling of ickyness and aggravation that I feel right now justice. Trust me. You have no idea!
4) Overconfident fat girls. You're not thin. You never will be. I'm sure you are a nice person, but please take off that spandex tube top. You're not fooling anyone.
5) Oversensitivity. Just get the hell over it!
6) Being lonely. You have no idea how far this goes.
7) Hearing a weird popping noise in my room coming from some electirc sockets by some books.
Other than that, I am bored as hell, feeling sardonic, and desperately need something to do. I do not care what it is--cow tipping, movies, anything. Just give me a call on teh old cell (225-505-4303) and I will be eternally grateful. BTW. I live in Denham. So if you are in Chicago and want me to come hang out, thanks for the offer, but it's a little too far away.
Things that make me happy:
1) potatoes
2) popping leg pimples--gross, but extremely satisfying. This is the only place where I really get them, so I have to take what I can get.
3) finding sheepie's lj. stalkerish, but also satisfying.
4) bubble baths
5) seeing dipsticks get what they deserve
6) Truthfulness. As in, acting like who you really fucking are. Hypocritical? it may be. But it still makes me happy. We can't all be hot, thin, hipsters with abounding musical and literary knowledge, but HEY! we can all get over it, and will it really matter in the future whether some hot, pretentious boy whose main goal in life is to be "witty" liked you or not. Ok. I'm going to stop now.
7) Toenails that I can paint.
8) Two words--THE SIMS
9) Talking to Live Oakians. How refreshing. Seriously. There is no sarcasm whatsoever in that last statement. I swear.
10) New clothes. That fit.
Things that make me want to shoot myself and everyone around me.
1) Basically, if you take everything in the above list and find its opposite, that would be what I don't like. Although I don't really know what the opposite of potatoes would be. No potatoes? Who knows.
2) Rednecks
3) Basically everyone at the LSMSA, excepting a few people. Shooting myself and everyone around me would not do the feeling of ickyness and aggravation that I feel right now justice. Trust me. You have no idea!
4) Overconfident fat girls. You're not thin. You never will be. I'm sure you are a nice person, but please take off that spandex tube top. You're not fooling anyone.
5) Oversensitivity. Just get the hell over it!
6) Being lonely. You have no idea how far this goes.
7) Hearing a weird popping noise in my room coming from some electirc sockets by some books.
Other than that, I am bored as hell, feeling sardonic, and desperately need something to do. I do not care what it is--cow tipping, movies, anything. Just give me a call on teh old cell (225-505-4303) and I will be eternally grateful. BTW. I live in Denham. So if you are in Chicago and want me to come hang out, thanks for the offer, but it's a little too far away.