I ain't tryin' to fuck ya man, lookin' at my MySpace lotion in his hand...
Uh, yeah. Sooo, I'm listening to Tila Tequila, so what, bite me. I LIKE IT. So THERE.
So I'm sitting here, in the AC, trying to think, and can't. What should I write? I'm not feeling very creative, not really wanting to relate current events in my life, not really anything. I'm listening to the same stupid songs, over and over, and wondering what to think. What should I think? Well, you can't tell me that, because no one can tell you what to think, your mind will, inevitably, wander away. Mine always gets so random... My entire existence is random, I was an unplanned child, and everything's been unplanned since then.
I really have nothing to say, but my fingers feel like typing, so I'm just gonna let my mind wnader and do this at the same time? Sorry if there are alot of run-on sentences, but it's a type of therapy? I guess so.. >.< I can't really think straight. Can't think in zig zags either, I'm pretty sure my thought sequence is polka dotted. I know that boys suck, I've always known, but today they ALL suck a little more than I usually think they do. Everyone except Niel Cicierga, he would never be an ass, because he doesn't even know me, he just lives in Massachussests and makes awesome songs that illegally download. A life?? Sounds good, but where do I download those? I've never seen one on LimeWire, so I'm not sure where to look. *.* My mind is screaming "GEEKS IN LOVE" at the top of it's... well, figurative lungs. =] Goobodoy wiggity liggity love. Everyone wants to be a geek. They may not show it, but inside, secretly, they wanna be free to be geeky. And may the force be with them, so they too, one day, may come to their full geeky powers, and harness them with the same sneakily geeky prowess that I have. It's okay to be geeky, on the in and on the out, but only if you're also kinda cool on this inside and outside, like me. HAHAHA. Wuh?
My butterflies are melting.
I wish I had been a band geek. I wish that I could have that whole "band geek unity" that band geeks always seem to have. And, personally, I've always thought that band geeks, while not the coolest or suavest, were the most adorable boys, because once they start playing, the ignore you, even when you're right in front of them. But I don't date musicians anymore, any kind, I've learned my lesson. Because lots of band geeks progress from band geeks to boys in bands, and boys in bands, well, they're trouble, and I get into that on my own.
Cameras are flashin' while we're dirty dancin'. Ha ha ha haooh wah.
okay, now to review, what've we learned today?
1) I'm strange.
2) A tad emo.
3) listening to lame music.
4) can't concentrate.
5) hate stupid people.
6) nothing about Kirby vacuums.
7) i'm a very skilled list maker. =]
8) I make millions of excuses, and millions of nonexistant dollas.
9) HOLLA!
And I know I'm cute, so I'll just "fuggedaboudit" (or forget about it as you others say, yo.) And I wanna go dancing, and at Ustar, everytime I get in there, it makes me wanna go dancing cause they play good music, all the time, that always makes me wanna wiggle my hips. "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, We ain't here to hurt nobody, wanna see ya work yo body." Not a gold digger, but I do understand the importance of money, and being able to save it, and keep it in that bank, and not spend it. I like dates, but don't need to go to Bravo with you once a week... or ever really. The only thing I like at Bravo is the Black Thai Cake. (Capitalized b/c it's amazing) But there's good cake at olive Garden too, and at Giant Eagle, and in my grandma's kitchen, so I don't need Bravo. I do need something to occupy all this extra time, and I thought it'd be vacuums, but Shaun is poopy. =[ If you ain't no punk, holla we want vacuums.
Guess I'm a punk.
What what, in the butt?
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