And you won't sleep better alone
Some of my conclusions as of late:
I hate people.
I hate most of the population of this town, and probably everywhere else for this matter. There are so many useless people and stupid teenagers that I want to scream. If I see one more Honda with modifications totaling more than the cost of the original piece of shit plus a goddamn noisy muffler, or a 16 year old twat in leggings, smoking in a parking lot with her retarded hipster highschool friends, I'm going to kill something. Phew. Felt good to get that out so condescendingly.
My money is running out fast.
Due to my incessant spending, my credit card is getting towards the limit at a faster pace than anticipated. $8 in food here, $30 in gas there, random clothing, cd, and knickknack purchases in between really add up. All this when over the next 2 weeks, I'm spending $20 on a haircut (I haven't paid for one of those in over a year, or had anyone else do it in like 10 months, and I need something decent to work off of again), probably around $80 on a tattoo, and (maybe, if I'm still bored) $40 on a monroe piercing. Then a show on the 2nd, and the 11th. Plus food and gas and all that. But to make up for all that, I'm coming out rather cheap on my textbooks. $50 for my bio book from Jessika (but technically free since she owed me that much), and most of the others I'm ordering from half.com for about 10% of the list price. Everyone should check it out.
My conscience is on vacation.
Essentially for the past month or so, I've surrounded myself with my guy friends. It's wonderful, and I wouldn't change a second of it. But.. I've lost most of my stupid girl personality traits (or flaws, whichever). I haven't cried this month (which is saying a lot for me), I don't feel guilt, and I don't think things through. If I was still a chick, I probably would have thought out some of my recent actions and decisions. Now that I'm at home and alone, I'm being a girl and thinking about them now. And it sucks.
As a result of... everything, I've learned it's better to just be "whatever" and do whatever than to label yourself, status, or actions.
I've managed to be productive, sort of, and accomplish some of the tasks on my list. I bought all the random toiletries and stuff I need for school, paid my credit card bills, and changed my guitar strings. I attempted to go play pool with my Dad today, but Cue's was closed for no apparent reason. So we rescheduled for next Sunday.
Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with my grandma, annd.. finish cleaning my room.
Goddamn another summer in city aaand I've never seen a girl look so pretty aaaas you when you smile, oh, you're wild for a while, I was hoping I might see you agaiiiiin.
Friggin song stuck in my head. gah.
If I leave tonight, screw what's right, I can make it home by dawn.
I hate people.
I hate most of the population of this town, and probably everywhere else for this matter. There are so many useless people and stupid teenagers that I want to scream. If I see one more Honda with modifications totaling more than the cost of the original piece of shit plus a goddamn noisy muffler, or a 16 year old twat in leggings, smoking in a parking lot with her retarded hipster highschool friends, I'm going to kill something. Phew. Felt good to get that out so condescendingly.
My money is running out fast.
Due to my incessant spending, my credit card is getting towards the limit at a faster pace than anticipated. $8 in food here, $30 in gas there, random clothing, cd, and knickknack purchases in between really add up. All this when over the next 2 weeks, I'm spending $20 on a haircut (I haven't paid for one of those in over a year, or had anyone else do it in like 10 months, and I need something decent to work off of again), probably around $80 on a tattoo, and (maybe, if I'm still bored) $40 on a monroe piercing. Then a show on the 2nd, and the 11th. Plus food and gas and all that. But to make up for all that, I'm coming out rather cheap on my textbooks. $50 for my bio book from Jessika (but technically free since she owed me that much), and most of the others I'm ordering from half.com for about 10% of the list price. Everyone should check it out.
My conscience is on vacation.
Essentially for the past month or so, I've surrounded myself with my guy friends. It's wonderful, and I wouldn't change a second of it. But.. I've lost most of my stupid girl personality traits (or flaws, whichever). I haven't cried this month (which is saying a lot for me), I don't feel guilt, and I don't think things through. If I was still a chick, I probably would have thought out some of my recent actions and decisions. Now that I'm at home and alone, I'm being a girl and thinking about them now. And it sucks.
As a result of... everything, I've learned it's better to just be "whatever" and do whatever than to label yourself, status, or actions.
I've managed to be productive, sort of, and accomplish some of the tasks on my list. I bought all the random toiletries and stuff I need for school, paid my credit card bills, and changed my guitar strings. I attempted to go play pool with my Dad today, but Cue's was closed for no apparent reason. So we rescheduled for next Sunday.
Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with my grandma, annd.. finish cleaning my room.
Goddamn another summer in city aaand I've never seen a girl look so pretty aaaas you when you smile, oh, you're wild for a while, I was hoping I might see you agaiiiiin.
Friggin song stuck in my head. gah.
If I leave tonight, screw what's right, I can make it home by dawn.