my GOD
Today has been the most frustrating day thus far. I'm sitting here writing in a blog when I should be getting ready to leave for a scavenger hunt. Should be interesting, but frustrating because everyone expects me to speed when I almost got in at least 3 accidents today. You could say it's my fault because I'm a new driver but NO - I ACTUALLY PAY A FUCKING TENTION. Anway, I'm in the most pain I've been in in years. And it won't go away. The doctors don't know how to make it go away, they just pity me. "Such a pretty girl at such a young age shouldn't have to go through this pain." OH? true.
Back to driving I guess I should say I'm a little careless, considering the other day I almost landed UNDER Black Shawn's truck, and ran over Kenny's foot :X. But the two men in their late thirties in hick pick up truck's had no fucking reason to try to push me off the fucking parkway. I'm sorry I drive a little honda? Mother fuckers. EVERYONE. I'm sorry in advance or in forward for my snappiness lately. I have a bad temper as it is and no one understands what fucking frustrations I'm going through. I need a real doctor for once.
Hannah, I can't stop listening to Adieu either, and it really doesn't feel right when we can't sing till our faces turn blue. And I must add I rather enjoy turning the CORRECT way onto 72 and not realizing we went the wrong way till we're in Cherry Hill. And trying to make friends with hicks - because we're that lonely. Fuck our lives everyone! And Nichole, I hope more than anything that I can acquire enough money to go to New Hampshire with you next month, and manage to think of a nice little lie to get myself the personal permission to get there. :)
On a random note, I realize lately how much I miss shows. and sometimes they're really the only thing that can make me happy. So Matt comes into art today telling me to go see Number 12, Our Last Night, and We Came As Romans in like March. I shit my pants :]. However I have to more goals: Bright Eyes, and City and Colour. Alexisonfire never cut it well enough for me.
Back to driving I guess I should say I'm a little careless, considering the other day I almost landed UNDER Black Shawn's truck, and ran over Kenny's foot :X. But the two men in their late thirties in hick pick up truck's had no fucking reason to try to push me off the fucking parkway. I'm sorry I drive a little honda? Mother fuckers. EVERYONE. I'm sorry in advance or in forward for my snappiness lately. I have a bad temper as it is and no one understands what fucking frustrations I'm going through. I need a real doctor for once.
Hannah, I can't stop listening to Adieu either, and it really doesn't feel right when we can't sing till our faces turn blue. And I must add I rather enjoy turning the CORRECT way onto 72 and not realizing we went the wrong way till we're in Cherry Hill. And trying to make friends with hicks - because we're that lonely. Fuck our lives everyone! And Nichole, I hope more than anything that I can acquire enough money to go to New Hampshire with you next month, and manage to think of a nice little lie to get myself the personal permission to get there. :)
On a random note, I realize lately how much I miss shows. and sometimes they're really the only thing that can make me happy. So Matt comes into art today telling me to go see Number 12, Our Last Night, and We Came As Romans in like March. I shit my pants :]. However I have to more goals: Bright Eyes, and City and Colour. Alexisonfire never cut it well enough for me.