I'm so over school.
I find it that it is complete and utter bullshit that everyone and their mom's are either done school or are finishing finals. Me? School doesn't even finish up for another nine days, and finals are not for another two weeks. Are you kidding me? I still have two exams that are within the semester to take! RAHHHHHHH *insert a bunch of expletives here*
Tomorrow is the Hellogoodbye concert with The Rocket Summer and Boys Like Girls at the Bob, which should be fun. I have fallen deeply in love with Boys Like Girls, so I'm going to be going bonkers (yes, bonkers, fuck off) with all the little scene kids who will probably be in attendance. Scene kids, psh. Nothing is better than a mix of drunk college kids at the show with 12 and 13-year old scenesters (including my sister, HAAAA). Should be a grand time.
Saw Spiderman 3 this past weekend, and I developed a little crush on James Franco. And by little crush, I mean that I am insanely in love with him, and hoping that the bullshit rumors about Lindsay Lohan sleeping with him are NOT TRUE. Because if they are, then there is no way I'm getting close to him, because I'm sure the poor guy reeks of chlamydia. GOD I HOPE THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
Speaking of cute boys and that crapshoot, I had an odd dream last night about a guy who will go unnamed since this damn thing is public. Not that he will ever find it, I'm sure he'd find a living dinosaur before he finds this, but anyways. This damn dream made me miss him and wish that HE WAS NOT A STUPID FRAT BOY DOUCHE-ROCKET. We had a little history, and let me tell you, this guy was probably one of the most gorgeous guys I've dated (and he knew it too, which sucked even more). He was a womanizer, naturally, and of course, I weakly fell under his charm and just was nuts about this guy. He was nuts about me too...for about a month. Which means basically until he got in my bed. Asshole. Anyways, whatever, what I'm trying to say that it just blows that I can't put him aside for treating me like shit (trust me, I'm all about girl power when it comes to this shit). I mean I got my fair share of revenge by making him jealous and eventually screaming at him at the diner at 2 in the morning in front of like 80 people (shitfaced, mind you). The funny thing is that I ran into him at Chapelfest, and I totally meant to avoid him, but he heard me say "Shit look who's here" to my friend (I really need to learn to be stealthy) and he came over to me and talked my ear off. *Rolls eyes* I gave him the whole "I don't give a damn about what you have to say to me" attitude, which either he brushed off or he's actually just dumb as shit and didn't pick it up. Of course while I was being a bitch on the outside, I was giddy like a schoolgirl on the inside because I realized, wow he's someone I will never get over, even with the short history. The guy has been calling me like crazy since then, but what's the point? He graduates at the end of this month and will be packing up his shit and going to grad school this fall. Me? I'm leaving for London in August. There's no way this will work. Which makes me really sad, because believe it or not, I can envision myself with him if he got rid of the womanizing and the huge ego. He's a great guy to talk to and a fun person to be around. And is absolutely, hands down, just simply gorgeous. Or maybe he's just a great friend and a horrible boyfriend. Whatever it is, I just hope I can let go of it.
Damn. I really didn't intend to write a long blurb like that, but I just wanted to get that off my chest. Maybe it will help me stop listening to cheesy sad love songs. Hey, at least I'm not listening to crap emo music and crying with the lights off.
Tomorrow is the Hellogoodbye concert with The Rocket Summer and Boys Like Girls at the Bob, which should be fun. I have fallen deeply in love with Boys Like Girls, so I'm going to be going bonkers (yes, bonkers, fuck off) with all the little scene kids who will probably be in attendance. Scene kids, psh. Nothing is better than a mix of drunk college kids at the show with 12 and 13-year old scenesters (including my sister, HAAAA). Should be a grand time.
Saw Spiderman 3 this past weekend, and I developed a little crush on James Franco. And by little crush, I mean that I am insanely in love with him, and hoping that the bullshit rumors about Lindsay Lohan sleeping with him are NOT TRUE. Because if they are, then there is no way I'm getting close to him, because I'm sure the poor guy reeks of chlamydia. GOD I HOPE THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
Speaking of cute boys and that crapshoot, I had an odd dream last night about a guy who will go unnamed since this damn thing is public. Not that he will ever find it, I'm sure he'd find a living dinosaur before he finds this, but anyways. This damn dream made me miss him and wish that HE WAS NOT A STUPID FRAT BOY DOUCHE-ROCKET. We had a little history, and let me tell you, this guy was probably one of the most gorgeous guys I've dated (and he knew it too, which sucked even more). He was a womanizer, naturally, and of course, I weakly fell under his charm and just was nuts about this guy. He was nuts about me too...for about a month. Which means basically until he got in my bed. Asshole. Anyways, whatever, what I'm trying to say that it just blows that I can't put him aside for treating me like shit (trust me, I'm all about girl power when it comes to this shit). I mean I got my fair share of revenge by making him jealous and eventually screaming at him at the diner at 2 in the morning in front of like 80 people (shitfaced, mind you). The funny thing is that I ran into him at Chapelfest, and I totally meant to avoid him, but he heard me say "Shit look who's here" to my friend (I really need to learn to be stealthy) and he came over to me and talked my ear off. *Rolls eyes* I gave him the whole "I don't give a damn about what you have to say to me" attitude, which either he brushed off or he's actually just dumb as shit and didn't pick it up. Of course while I was being a bitch on the outside, I was giddy like a schoolgirl on the inside because I realized, wow he's someone I will never get over, even with the short history. The guy has been calling me like crazy since then, but what's the point? He graduates at the end of this month and will be packing up his shit and going to grad school this fall. Me? I'm leaving for London in August. There's no way this will work. Which makes me really sad, because believe it or not, I can envision myself with him if he got rid of the womanizing and the huge ego. He's a great guy to talk to and a fun person to be around. And is absolutely, hands down, just simply gorgeous. Or maybe he's just a great friend and a horrible boyfriend. Whatever it is, I just hope I can let go of it.
Damn. I really didn't intend to write a long blurb like that, but I just wanted to get that off my chest. Maybe it will help me stop listening to cheesy sad love songs. Hey, at least I'm not listening to crap emo music and crying with the lights off.