Bang, Bang! You shot me, You Sexy Beast!
I guess I was wrong…
I mean, damn. Shit seems to be getting better and better for me. It makes me so happy that I’m becoming scared. I’m hoping that I didn’t just jinx it by saying this. Knowing me, I did but eh, I might as well enjoy it. So where did I leave off? I’ll make this shit real quick. I have some shit to bitch about. It’s a whole new list of shit that pisses me off. Monday doesn’t count as a real day of the week. Tuesday was 420 and my last day of night school, we were on a mission (as always) but finally found our solution; Jason. T’was a delightful night and I KNOW my dad was smoking! Wednesday was a day to do absolutely nothing. Thursday was half day. I took that random NAEP test. What in the blue hell is that shit all about? Then I went to Rosen’s class and she’s the Ultimate bitch of life to me lately so I went to Beshong and she helped me out; I love that woman. I went to Steve’s house after school. It was really nice to see him after the past week. Things have been really good between us and so many things have been clarified that it wouldn’t be any other way. But yes, we has a lot of fun, I mean A LOT. Then I had the mission from hell; getting home. (Yet another mission) That was horrible but eventually I did come home and pass the fuck out. I got a call at 2 in the morning from him and decided that his house was much better than school so I skipped there the whole day and we slept peacefully and had more fun than the day before. A LOT MORE FUN, heh. After saying I’d leave 20 times, I finally did (I really didn’t want to) and went to Kristine’s house. We didn’t do much, but it was nice to spend some time with her. Got home, realized how sore the last two days had made me, and passed out yet again. Saturday, Nancy cut and dyed my hair but she cut off too much! Then I was dragged to the mall, spent some time with my brother and went out with my girls. The adventures of yesterday were too hilarious up ‘til a certain point. After we left Wendy’s, Ana backs up her car in to a fence, which leaves a nice paint mark on her car. We scratch it off with water, hands and combs. Then, we bought soap and sponges went to some crappy house show, left, went on our FAVORITE mission with Yuri and Chris. Met up with Red and Ernie, let Ana go home because she was very pissed at that time (Sorry, Love) and chilled, which eventually lead to us going home. Here I am, feeling very pathetic for a certain reason. It’s the best feeling in the world but it comes along with so many doubts. I’d really like this to work out, but I’m not so sure; it seems the odds are always against me. Oh well, I’m happy now, so fuck it. :)
So enough of being sweet, I’ve been thinking a lot and so many things piss me off I must share! First off, Metrosexuals. Okay, hold the fucking phone here. What is the deal with this? This is basically signifying you’re a typical gay male with straight tendencies. I don’t want to have a man who’s more womanly than I am. If he’s gay, that’s a lot better for me, but no, this shouldn’t be an excuse for his behaviors! And making a new term for men like this? Where have all the real men gone? They have been lost somewhere in the leap to the 21st century. I also really hate those fucking EMO kids. See, half of them right now would be reading this contemplating a new song about how everyone hates them. Well here’s some news, EVERYONE DOES. They think that shit is real music? Give me a fucking break. What’s with the whiny high pitched voice anyway? I really don’t get this. I wish that someone would complain. If you want to hear really depressing music, how about some Smashing Pumpkins? Placebo’s pretty unhappy too and Pearl Jam has some pretty intense shit too but for the love of God, lay off the EMO. Screamo? Emo-Core? Don’t even get me started…One last thing. I loved the movie, but it sparked some curiosity in me. What movie you ask? Signs. Now, look. I really thought the movie was well done and nice to see in the theater but, well this is what I find fucking ridiculous. These aliens are completely invincible. You can shoot them, throw atomic bombs, burn them, suffocate them and they will never die. But little old bitch comes along and drinks 54 glasses of water a day and woops, some water spills on them and they begin to melt. What the fuck? What kind of a pussy can you be to be defeated by hydrogen and oxygen? That’s right, a large one. Water? Isn’t their water vapor, dew, humidity? C’MON! That’s all my ranting for the day of for AP Exam’s and soy milk.
Likes her bell to be rung,
Beth