May 01, 2005 10:08
well.. shit hasnt gotten any better really. and i dont know when it will.
i have no clue.
friday i worked 4-7 after a day of hanging out with amanda and jolean, and then i went to the talent show and got royally ditched by britt. so i chilled with jesse the whole time because i never EVER see that fucking kid and it was awesome. spire got 3rd place but i think they would have gotten better if Jesse was allowed to sing, honestly. well i kinda got to see larry but he was acting really weird, so, yeah. rachaels step dad gave me a ride to britts and her and ty were telling me about how i shoulda not come over.. so i had my mom come n get me and needless to say our sleepover plans got cancelled. i had one of the worst nights ever and if it wasnt for larry calling me at the exact moment he did, i probably would have done something extremely stupid.. i got in another fight with ror... and faught with tyler for awhile too. everything is just so fucked up. i didnt get to sleep till 5 then i woke up and worked 11-7. i went to the mall with rachael and her cousin and ended up meeting up with this kid tim i used to be mad chill with that got kicked out of westhill, and his cute friend nick that knows a shit ton of my friends cause he goes to west genny. anyway we went to hooters and just walked around and the movie was later than we thought so i chilled with the guys at one movie till they left then went into "a lot like love" untill around 1215 with rach and her cousin. i got home and didnt get to sleep till 3. now i gotta go work 11-7 again.. then i gotta maybe go to school tomorrow then work from 5-8 cause i work 4 days in a row. its okay its 21 hours in 4 days and im okay with that. but i gotta go get ready for work... and eat.. and stuff.
im gonna leave you with some boys night out..
If you were to ask me how long I've been running for,
I don't even think I could answer. I just don't know anymore.
I'm a sucker for weakness and the blood covering my floor.
It's all that I have left to remind me of the girls I've loved before.
Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do -
but accidents will happen...and they do.
Courtesy came calling with her best friend common sense,
unaware that malice and manipulation had taken up residence.
Caring came to the crime scene, but bloodlust beat them back
so apathy could laugh with his compadres and anger could attack.
Hey, honey, hold my hand and hope for heaven because I just can't help myself.
Even angels end up burned and buried in my backyard...
and you, you're just like everyone else.
The First Time It Shouldnt Taste Like Blood by Boys Night Out