Oh every afternoon you turn your TV on...
I've had The Nicest Kids in Town stuck in my head all day.
In other news: Tom and me have a large gap in our friendship at the moment. He upset me today. Like a lot. He said that my script sucked. And he wouldn't even give me a reason why. He just said that it sucked. I'm already incredibly sensitive about my writing. I never show it to people, and writing this script was really hard. Like, as weird as it sounds, it was really hard for me. I don't show people my writing. I never did. And I hated doing this. Because I knew, I knew someone was gonna say that it sucked. Not everything you write can be perfect. Not everything you write isn't even always good. And I am very very very aware of this. But sucked? Really Tom? Thanks.
So, me and Tom have our lockers right next to each other and I looked at him and I was like "Tom." and he looked at me and I was like "I am going to write something that will impress you. I am going to write something that is going to blow your fucking mind." And he was like "What do you have to prove to me?" and I was like "Absolutely nothing. But I'm going to show that I don't suck at writing. Because you know what? I want to write a fucking novel one day. I wanna help my best friend write a musical or a play or a fucking movie, whatever she's gonna do. I mean, I've already got something going on, it's a one act musical called Dresser. And I have nothing to prove to you. But I'm going to show you that I don't suck. I'm gonna write something one day for you and it's going to be fucking awesome." And he closes his locker and he gave me a really surprised stare and he was like "I doubt that'll happen anytime soon." And I was pissed. So I just threw my hands up in the air and walked away.
Agh. I needed to ge that out. I hate guys. I sound like a bitchy chick on like a Disney Channel show or something. But whatever. Because I don't hate this guy because I'm like in love with him or something. Oh no. I hate this guy because he pissed me off. He made me so upset that I couldn't even laugh when fucking Eric put his hood over his head and started spinning around in circles (what the hell is wrong with people I know?) and when Amanda was yelling at Howie for showing the script to Tom in the first place (not like Amanda's really that funny anymore, but still.)
I don't know. I don't know why it got me so mad, but it did.
I just needed to vent. I'm glad I have a Livejournal.
Oh hey. This is my first post while using my new layout. It's pretty (: And I now own the first season of Pushing Daisies and How I Met Your Mother. Which is cool. And I have decided that every time the water gets cold before I'm done showering, it's every person I have ever pissed off/made upset getting back at me. So, about fifteen minutes worth of people (if that makes any sense) have gotten their revenge on me.
I think I'm gonna go watch How I Met Your Mother from yesterday before I go to sleep. Neil always makes me feel better if I'm in a bad mood. He is the perfect cure for depressing days. Thanks Neil (:
Alrighty.
Goodnight Livejournalers.
(P.S: The Nicest Kids in Town is the most random song in the world to be listening to while writing this, now that I think about it 0.o)
(P.P.S: I promise I'll get around to replying to all the journal entries and doing all the stuff I have to later this week. Including icons for Evel Jic.)
In other news: Tom and me have a large gap in our friendship at the moment. He upset me today. Like a lot. He said that my script sucked. And he wouldn't even give me a reason why. He just said that it sucked. I'm already incredibly sensitive about my writing. I never show it to people, and writing this script was really hard. Like, as weird as it sounds, it was really hard for me. I don't show people my writing. I never did. And I hated doing this. Because I knew, I knew someone was gonna say that it sucked. Not everything you write can be perfect. Not everything you write isn't even always good. And I am very very very aware of this. But sucked? Really Tom? Thanks.
So, me and Tom have our lockers right next to each other and I looked at him and I was like "Tom." and he looked at me and I was like "I am going to write something that will impress you. I am going to write something that is going to blow your fucking mind." And he was like "What do you have to prove to me?" and I was like "Absolutely nothing. But I'm going to show that I don't suck at writing. Because you know what? I want to write a fucking novel one day. I wanna help my best friend write a musical or a play or a fucking movie, whatever she's gonna do. I mean, I've already got something going on, it's a one act musical called Dresser. And I have nothing to prove to you. But I'm going to show you that I don't suck. I'm gonna write something one day for you and it's going to be fucking awesome." And he closes his locker and he gave me a really surprised stare and he was like "I doubt that'll happen anytime soon." And I was pissed. So I just threw my hands up in the air and walked away.
Agh. I needed to ge that out. I hate guys. I sound like a bitchy chick on like a Disney Channel show or something. But whatever. Because I don't hate this guy because I'm like in love with him or something. Oh no. I hate this guy because he pissed me off. He made me so upset that I couldn't even laugh when fucking Eric put his hood over his head and started spinning around in circles (what the hell is wrong with people I know?) and when Amanda was yelling at Howie for showing the script to Tom in the first place (not like Amanda's really that funny anymore, but still.)
I don't know. I don't know why it got me so mad, but it did.
I just needed to vent. I'm glad I have a Livejournal.
Oh hey. This is my first post while using my new layout. It's pretty (: And I now own the first season of Pushing Daisies and How I Met Your Mother. Which is cool. And I have decided that every time the water gets cold before I'm done showering, it's every person I have ever pissed off/made upset getting back at me. So, about fifteen minutes worth of people (if that makes any sense) have gotten their revenge on me.
I think I'm gonna go watch How I Met Your Mother from yesterday before I go to sleep. Neil always makes me feel better if I'm in a bad mood. He is the perfect cure for depressing days. Thanks Neil (:
Alrighty.
Goodnight Livejournalers.
(P.S: The Nicest Kids in Town is the most random song in the world to be listening to while writing this, now that I think about it 0.o)
(P.P.S: I promise I'll get around to replying to all the journal entries and doing all the stuff I have to later this week. Including icons for Evel Jic.)