How to Make Boredom: Add nothing, then let it sit forever
I've had a busy day at first, came home from work, now I'm fuckin bored. So, I'm just going to talk about useless shit that no one cares about except me.
Good things are finally starting to happen, but they are the very small things that make me happy. Some of my buudays that I haven't talked to in awhile are coming online again, like my British friend Adrain and Tike (aka Dave). I found out my friend Josh, who used to live here and moved to Washington state, has livejournal! So now I can see what he's up to there. I miss you Josh =(
I'm looking forward to being another consert goer this summer. I want to go to a bunch of conserts with different people and have fun! So far, I'm planing on seeing Dashboard Confessional, with I don't know yet, and Green Day, with Jaymie and Laura. I'm planing on going to Warped Tour, with Garrett, Brett,and maybe Josh, if he comes back home. I would LOVE to see Our Lady Peace and Lacoil Coil in consert. They are one of my favorite bands.
I hate being single. It's oober boring. You have no one you can daydream about, no one you can look for when feeling blue (sometimes friends can't do that), and you know, the shit girls want from guys. I want attention! I want to feel important! oh well...my shouts are just lonely echos. I'm very picky about who I go out with. How many boyfriends have I ever had? 2. My first boyfriend (Larry) one wasn't even anything. I just wanted one! Then my last boyfriend (Barker) I really liked but he got grounded forever and I never saw him except in school. Plus I always felt like I wasn't important enough or something. It sucked too because I really liked him. I would call it "love" but maybe I'm too young for that kind of feeling.
I hope my parents sign me up for guitar lessons really soon. My brother, Ben, says he knows a really good teacher but he forgot his name. I feel like I need to express this shit somehow else. I write a lot of it in poetry but I can sing a lot too so maybe I have some talent?? Why should I be writing all my feelings and my past on here? Because I can! EVERYONE ELSE CAN FEEL MY PAIN!! or maybe just a pinch of it.
Alright, I'm done, so stop fucking reading before I come out of here and stab you in the eye with a pitchfork and run you over with my tractor and feed your dead body to my cows!!
Today's EXTRA Insult: Faggot Dust (instead of fairy dust. GET IT? *sarcastic laugh*)
Good things are finally starting to happen, but they are the very small things that make me happy. Some of my buudays that I haven't talked to in awhile are coming online again, like my British friend Adrain and Tike (aka Dave). I found out my friend Josh, who used to live here and moved to Washington state, has livejournal! So now I can see what he's up to there. I miss you Josh =(
I'm looking forward to being another consert goer this summer. I want to go to a bunch of conserts with different people and have fun! So far, I'm planing on seeing Dashboard Confessional, with I don't know yet, and Green Day, with Jaymie and Laura. I'm planing on going to Warped Tour, with Garrett, Brett,and maybe Josh, if he comes back home. I would LOVE to see Our Lady Peace and Lacoil Coil in consert. They are one of my favorite bands.
I hate being single. It's oober boring. You have no one you can daydream about, no one you can look for when feeling blue (sometimes friends can't do that), and you know, the shit girls want from guys. I want attention! I want to feel important! oh well...my shouts are just lonely echos. I'm very picky about who I go out with. How many boyfriends have I ever had? 2. My first boyfriend (Larry) one wasn't even anything. I just wanted one! Then my last boyfriend (Barker) I really liked but he got grounded forever and I never saw him except in school. Plus I always felt like I wasn't important enough or something. It sucked too because I really liked him. I would call it "love" but maybe I'm too young for that kind of feeling.
I hope my parents sign me up for guitar lessons really soon. My brother, Ben, says he knows a really good teacher but he forgot his name. I feel like I need to express this shit somehow else. I write a lot of it in poetry but I can sing a lot too so maybe I have some talent?? Why should I be writing all my feelings and my past on here? Because I can! EVERYONE ELSE CAN FEEL MY PAIN!! or maybe just a pinch of it.
Alright, I'm done, so stop fucking reading before I come out of here and stab you in the eye with a pitchfork and run you over with my tractor and feed your dead body to my cows!!
Today's EXTRA Insult: Faggot Dust (instead of fairy dust. GET IT? *sarcastic laugh*)