No, There Is No Other One
--Hot Rod Circuit-Umm...something from their first album--(See my Listening To selection for why I'm doing this...)
Well, that started off badly. But the 25 CD CD-Changer picked a mix CD to start this entry off with.
I'm insanely bored. I'd just like to point that out. The highlights of the day so far have been: arguing with some guy in the SportsDebate community here about fighting in the NHL vs. steroid use in Major League Baseball, and driving out all over Robinson Town Centre to see what a Playstation 2 costs...
--Midtown-"No Place Feels Like Home"--
They cost WAY TOO MUCH. $179? Didn't they come out, like, 18 years ago? Jesus. And that's the "new low price!" My ass is a new low price, mother suckers. But I roamed around the mall. Found out that my Waldenbooks employee discount does -NOT- work on comic books! Now, what the fuck is the point then? I don't want REAL books. I have four REAL books upstairs I'm not reading (yet, I bitch that I'm bored...). I want comic books.
Things to do since I am bored as a mother trucker:
Read one of my books (Too fisgety)
Play video games (video games suck with only one player)
Play with the dogs (I hate the dogs. They throw up all over. One puked up TWO plastic supermarket bags today! How'd it get those?!)
Cont'd in a moment...
--Further Seems Forever-"Say It Ain't So [cover]--
Write something (can't get into a groove here. This house is a bad writing atmosphere)
Talk on AIM (I don't have any friends)
Drive around (The van doesn't like pointless drive-about)
I actually wish I was with someone. Like Chad or Jared or Duffy or Sean. I miss having friends, I think. But we're all so anti-social. And I'm a boring little fucktard that no one ever wants to be around. I just alienate everyone anyway. So who cares?
...Waiting for the next song...
--Midtown-Um. Okay, sadly I don't know the title. But I can tell you without even looking that it's Midtown's Living Well Is The Best Revenge CD's 8th track--
Heh. After that, it's almost time to do the next song. Stupid brain.
I just wish I had someone to be social at right now. That couldn't be beaten. Although someone is IMing the hell out of me, I do have that much. The dogs are bad social companions. I just yell at them for puking everywhere. The carpet upstairs is just two weeks old. They need to stop that. I wish I at least knew which one of them it was....
--Saves The Day-"Melt With You [cover]"--
Work has the best books ever. We have an itty bitty erotica section. Anyway, I was looking at it (heh...we even have picture books. Lots of 14 year olds have stretched their pubescent arms to the max to grab those ones), and I found we having fucking (Ha! A pun) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE EROTICA BOOKS.
That is so excellent. I like to just flip through them and see some of the choices. It's a matching set, too. We have a Girl perspective CYOA (Choose Your Own Adventure...), and a Guy perspective CYOA. We are so non-discriminatory.
I followed a path that....
Wait....
Music....
--Something by the Get Up Kids's Something To Write Home About album. I'm not sure. But I AM doing badly here. I know everything by track numbers--
I followed a path for the girl that led to her living a happy life as a private show girl. For the guy, he was some chick's little sex-slave guy (Umm! No that I'm into anything like that! *cough* Woo....) until she wanted him to eat his own shit (I am so not kidding here), at which point I made him walk out on her. And for SOME reason, that was the end of my/his adventure. He just kinda walked off sadly.
--New Found Glory-"Hit Or Miss" (NGCS version)--
I wouldn't be all that sad if I chose not to eat my own shit. My gag reflex works overtime cleaning up the dogs' poop. I am very vulnerable to gagging.
*cough blech* Just from thinking about it.
What else is there to say?
I can't really think of anything, so I'll wait to put a "finishing song" up here and save this shizzle fo nizzle.
I'm absolutely positive we are spelling error PACKED today, as I was often hurrying to meet the music.
Weezer-"Getchoo" (Wow, it didn't vary a whole lot here today. Sad)--
Well, that started off badly. But the 25 CD CD-Changer picked a mix CD to start this entry off with.
I'm insanely bored. I'd just like to point that out. The highlights of the day so far have been: arguing with some guy in the SportsDebate community here about fighting in the NHL vs. steroid use in Major League Baseball, and driving out all over Robinson Town Centre to see what a Playstation 2 costs...
--Midtown-"No Place Feels Like Home"--
They cost WAY TOO MUCH. $179? Didn't they come out, like, 18 years ago? Jesus. And that's the "new low price!" My ass is a new low price, mother suckers. But I roamed around the mall. Found out that my Waldenbooks employee discount does -NOT- work on comic books! Now, what the fuck is the point then? I don't want REAL books. I have four REAL books upstairs I'm not reading (yet, I bitch that I'm bored...). I want comic books.
Things to do since I am bored as a mother trucker:
Read one of my books (Too fisgety)
Play video games (video games suck with only one player)
Play with the dogs (I hate the dogs. They throw up all over. One puked up TWO plastic supermarket bags today! How'd it get those?!)
Cont'd in a moment...
--Further Seems Forever-"Say It Ain't So [cover]--
Write something (can't get into a groove here. This house is a bad writing atmosphere)
Talk on AIM (I don't have any friends)
Drive around (The van doesn't like pointless drive-about)
I actually wish I was with someone. Like Chad or Jared or Duffy or Sean. I miss having friends, I think. But we're all so anti-social. And I'm a boring little fucktard that no one ever wants to be around. I just alienate everyone anyway. So who cares?
...Waiting for the next song...
--Midtown-Um. Okay, sadly I don't know the title. But I can tell you without even looking that it's Midtown's Living Well Is The Best Revenge CD's 8th track--
Heh. After that, it's almost time to do the next song. Stupid brain.
I just wish I had someone to be social at right now. That couldn't be beaten. Although someone is IMing the hell out of me, I do have that much. The dogs are bad social companions. I just yell at them for puking everywhere. The carpet upstairs is just two weeks old. They need to stop that. I wish I at least knew which one of them it was....
--Saves The Day-"Melt With You [cover]"--
Work has the best books ever. We have an itty bitty erotica section. Anyway, I was looking at it (heh...we even have picture books. Lots of 14 year olds have stretched their pubescent arms to the max to grab those ones), and I found we having fucking (Ha! A pun) CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE EROTICA BOOKS.
That is so excellent. I like to just flip through them and see some of the choices. It's a matching set, too. We have a Girl perspective CYOA (Choose Your Own Adventure...), and a Guy perspective CYOA. We are so non-discriminatory.
I followed a path that....
Wait....
Music....
--Something by the Get Up Kids's Something To Write Home About album. I'm not sure. But I AM doing badly here. I know everything by track numbers--
I followed a path for the girl that led to her living a happy life as a private show girl. For the guy, he was some chick's little sex-slave guy (Umm! No that I'm into anything like that! *cough* Woo....) until she wanted him to eat his own shit (I am so not kidding here), at which point I made him walk out on her. And for SOME reason, that was the end of my/his adventure. He just kinda walked off sadly.
--New Found Glory-"Hit Or Miss" (NGCS version)--
I wouldn't be all that sad if I chose not to eat my own shit. My gag reflex works overtime cleaning up the dogs' poop. I am very vulnerable to gagging.
*cough blech* Just from thinking about it.
What else is there to say?
I can't really think of anything, so I'll wait to put a "finishing song" up here and save this shizzle fo nizzle.
I'm absolutely positive we are spelling error PACKED today, as I was often hurrying to meet the music.
Weezer-"Getchoo" (Wow, it didn't vary a whole lot here today. Sad)--