"Here's to the night we felt alive, here's to the tears you knew you cried"
Damn. I am so pissed off. I never used to get pissed off. Oh well. I guess it had to happen sometime.
I am not feeling the single life right now. I need a boyfriend, well not need, but want. But I'm tired of dating immature people, or drug addicts, and all the other class A boyfriends I get. :) I would like to date someone that I have things in common with, or can at least be myself around. Someone that would actually be okay with my outgoing and loud side, but willing to get to know what all of that shields. I would prefer that he be a little older than me too, because generally when I date guys who are my own age, they are a little too...I dunno. I don't mean I wanna date 24 year olds or anything...just someone a few years older would be nice.....I am just tired of guys that make me feel like shit in some way or another, I mean, aren't I better than that?
It's funny that I'm so outgoing in public and parties, but in reality I'm not that strung out. I'm actually quite a bit different. I mean, I bet most people wouldn't expect me to be a writer. I bet most people wouldn't expect me to be a good student or a motherly person. Not until they actually talk to me, I mean, really talk to me.
Anyways...
Pre-calculus is kicking my ass. I wish that I understood math. I do so well in all my other classes...It probably doesn't help that Mrs. Harmon is as dull as a used ten-year old razor and when she speaks I feel like I'm in an episode of Charlie Brown where all the adults's voices are just odd sorts of horns. And I cut my hand on a chair in that class. A CHAIR!!!! How do I manage these things.
I feel so bad for bitching, because I know that so many people have it so much worse than I do. Especially in New Orleans. :( As if they didn't have enough to worry about with the flooding and damage and corpses, people just had to all go fucking crazy didn't they? I bet that's what would happen in Corydon, except the nation wouldn't really care or notice. People would be trying to drive tractors through the water...trying to sacrifice cows to the god they'd name GITRDONE and they'd be stealing from Wal-Mart. And I bet those rednecks would be hanging out in the Wal-Mart parking lot, maybe in boats instead of their trucks. Maybe.
The end.
I am not feeling the single life right now. I need a boyfriend, well not need, but want. But I'm tired of dating immature people, or drug addicts, and all the other class A boyfriends I get. :) I would like to date someone that I have things in common with, or can at least be myself around. Someone that would actually be okay with my outgoing and loud side, but willing to get to know what all of that shields. I would prefer that he be a little older than me too, because generally when I date guys who are my own age, they are a little too...I dunno. I don't mean I wanna date 24 year olds or anything...just someone a few years older would be nice.....I am just tired of guys that make me feel like shit in some way or another, I mean, aren't I better than that?
It's funny that I'm so outgoing in public and parties, but in reality I'm not that strung out. I'm actually quite a bit different. I mean, I bet most people wouldn't expect me to be a writer. I bet most people wouldn't expect me to be a good student or a motherly person. Not until they actually talk to me, I mean, really talk to me.
Anyways...
Pre-calculus is kicking my ass. I wish that I understood math. I do so well in all my other classes...It probably doesn't help that Mrs. Harmon is as dull as a used ten-year old razor and when she speaks I feel like I'm in an episode of Charlie Brown where all the adults's voices are just odd sorts of horns. And I cut my hand on a chair in that class. A CHAIR!!!! How do I manage these things.
I feel so bad for bitching, because I know that so many people have it so much worse than I do. Especially in New Orleans. :( As if they didn't have enough to worry about with the flooding and damage and corpses, people just had to all go fucking crazy didn't they? I bet that's what would happen in Corydon, except the nation wouldn't really care or notice. People would be trying to drive tractors through the water...trying to sacrifice cows to the god they'd name GITRDONE and they'd be stealing from Wal-Mart. And I bet those rednecks would be hanging out in the Wal-Mart parking lot, maybe in boats instead of their trucks. Maybe.
The end.