My Irish Mallet, it looks terrible
Ok, you got me back, sorry for yelling and being pissed off at you. Everyone is just so serious, it's kind of stupid. I understand how good this whole journal shit is suppose to be, to like vent. But really it's just like bullshit, I love you LJ, but seriously this brings out the worse in people. People can just live their lives and not make a big deal about every fucking thing, but they come to LJ or Xanga or whatever and just get all blah. If people want to be real and all that shit, than just be real, be honest with people, don't just hold it back and go to your little bullshit escape and try and solve your problems there.
But I am here and I will follow the way this works, I am upset. I am lonely. I want to be with someone. It's getting to the point that I am thinking of asking some little hooker girl on the dance floor to go to the movies. I went to this Luau thing tonight and hooked up Ian and Brett. There are so cute for each other. They really are. I am a little mad at Regan for just bailing on me, but she didn't really know how bad it was, so I can't really be too mad at her. But I really wish she could've just told me last week or Monday or something so I could've gotten tickets to the Anne Catherine's Dance Recital. Whatever. I'll live, we all do.
It's kind of funny how easily people in our little click or posse or what-have-you, it's funny how mad that get over the dumbest things. Like seriously. It's seriously funny as in ridiculous. If you are going to talk bad about others in front of their friends, don't get mad if they tell their friends. You don't care about them enough to talk bad behind their back, you shouldn't care if they know. Things in it are so confusing. I want just everyone to like flat out say what they want to so I can know what is going on. One week two hate each other, the next, who knows? I am trying to avoid thinking by sleeping all the time, so far unsucessful, hence the 1am blog. Anyway, I don't really care anymore. I'm just gonna breeze by through next week, go on Spring Break and give on my overly high expectations on the world.
But I am here and I will follow the way this works, I am upset. I am lonely. I want to be with someone. It's getting to the point that I am thinking of asking some little hooker girl on the dance floor to go to the movies. I went to this Luau thing tonight and hooked up Ian and Brett. There are so cute for each other. They really are. I am a little mad at Regan for just bailing on me, but she didn't really know how bad it was, so I can't really be too mad at her. But I really wish she could've just told me last week or Monday or something so I could've gotten tickets to the Anne Catherine's Dance Recital. Whatever. I'll live, we all do.
It's kind of funny how easily people in our little click or posse or what-have-you, it's funny how mad that get over the dumbest things. Like seriously. It's seriously funny as in ridiculous. If you are going to talk bad about others in front of their friends, don't get mad if they tell their friends. You don't care about them enough to talk bad behind their back, you shouldn't care if they know. Things in it are so confusing. I want just everyone to like flat out say what they want to so I can know what is going on. One week two hate each other, the next, who knows? I am trying to avoid thinking by sleeping all the time, so far unsucessful, hence the 1am blog. Anyway, I don't really care anymore. I'm just gonna breeze by through next week, go on Spring Break and give on my overly high expectations on the world.