Sometimes I feel I got to run away...
Jesshy called me today. I feel lots better.
I've really been wanting to totally get hammered. I haven't done anything in almost a year, and that's REALLY depressing. Hopefully, Halloween will show more promise. I miss junior year. I miss Candace. I miss drunken make-out sessions with Tiffany! I think I'll call them up. I thought I was all partied out, but apparently not. The last time I got real good and drunk was in November when I went camping with Kelly and Marie. I don't think I've ever seen so much puke come from one person(me) in my entire life. I should just stop dating period, because there's really no room for any man, other than Jose and Jack, haha. The only problem is there's really no point in drinking or smoking alone. And that's just sad.
Still arguing with Britney about flying to New Orleans, as opposed to driving there. Has it come to your attention that you're going to have to drive 2,000 miles in that shitty car already? Why make it double? Pointless. Just ask your mom/dad for a plane ticket for Christmas.
In other news, I hate gay guys. Do I hate myself? No. I rock. I am the ultimate exception. And James. Because we wanna be dictators when we grow up. Bitches.
The following bands need to be tortured and then exicuted for making shitty music: Evanessence, Avril however-you-spell-her-damn-name, that Modest Mouse/White Stripes/Vines shit, and Creed. Even Jesus hates Creed. I should also mention Whootie and the Blowfish and Dave Matthews Band. I'd throw the whole 'Frat Band' genre in there, but I'm partial to Barenaked Ladies. Oh! And Linkin Park! That's fucking HORRIBLE music! They're tweakers too, and you know how God feels about tweakers: They're fat and ugly. Garbage makes shitty music now too, so they need to make a quick save or die. Good Charolette goes without even saying. They should also die. Horribly. And finally, all American Idol contestants will hang. Except for Rubin. He's too fat to hang. He'll just sit. And be fat.
I've really been wanting to totally get hammered. I haven't done anything in almost a year, and that's REALLY depressing. Hopefully, Halloween will show more promise. I miss junior year. I miss Candace. I miss drunken make-out sessions with Tiffany! I think I'll call them up. I thought I was all partied out, but apparently not. The last time I got real good and drunk was in November when I went camping with Kelly and Marie. I don't think I've ever seen so much puke come from one person(me) in my entire life. I should just stop dating period, because there's really no room for any man, other than Jose and Jack, haha. The only problem is there's really no point in drinking or smoking alone. And that's just sad.
Still arguing with Britney about flying to New Orleans, as opposed to driving there. Has it come to your attention that you're going to have to drive 2,000 miles in that shitty car already? Why make it double? Pointless. Just ask your mom/dad for a plane ticket for Christmas.
In other news, I hate gay guys. Do I hate myself? No. I rock. I am the ultimate exception. And James. Because we wanna be dictators when we grow up. Bitches.
The following bands need to be tortured and then exicuted for making shitty music: Evanessence, Avril however-you-spell-her-damn-name, that Modest Mouse/White Stripes/Vines shit, and Creed. Even Jesus hates Creed. I should also mention Whootie and the Blowfish and Dave Matthews Band. I'd throw the whole 'Frat Band' genre in there, but I'm partial to Barenaked Ladies. Oh! And Linkin Park! That's fucking HORRIBLE music! They're tweakers too, and you know how God feels about tweakers: They're fat and ugly. Garbage makes shitty music now too, so they need to make a quick save or die. Good Charolette goes without even saying. They should also die. Horribly. And finally, all American Idol contestants will hang. Except for Rubin. He's too fat to hang. He'll just sit. And be fat.