oatmeal cookies .. mmmm<3
oasis is a ridiculously good band. wtf. to be honest .. emo music is kind of making me angry lately. honestly. how can you find that much shit to bitch about. and scream about. and cry about. how can one persons love life be so actively bad?! jesus christ. oh who knows. i'll probably be addicted again in like five seconds. why do i bother? i think the scene died. before you know it, scene is gonna be a hot topic fad and avril will cut her hair and dye it and such. and thats when we'll all know its time to let go. and i don't think anyone will care. i think we'll listen to oasis and be okay.
what am i talking about?
becky said the funniest thing yesterday. god knows what i was, i can't remember. but i think i nearly tinkled on myself. and i talked to GEOOOORGE and i was so happy because hes my favorite college friend because hes damned funny. and i'm seeing peter tuesday. which also made me happy. and i talked to JA who is having a jolly good time in philly. and my sister sent her condolences for my squirrel death. and that was nice. and i think i might go visit her. .. later. like. months later. jebus i love oatmeal cookies. whose idea were they? fucking amazing.
when did sex become boring? i used to be so into my slutty image. it was actually very important because i was slutting out to the hottest sluts around. my rep couldn't be touched. i owned the slut scene like nobody's buisness. and i really have no interest in it anymore. i don't even hear about my rep anymore, which is actually nice, unless of course i'm talking to skank bitches who like to get fucked while drunk by strangers. and then people walk in. and i find out. jebus.
i heard the funniest fucking story when i was in dumont the other day from paul the sex pot, who now resides in washington dc going to georgetown because hes like smart. or something. not caring. anyway .. he was on some soccer team, doing soccer things, and like .. his team was running laps. and this kid - who shall remain nameless because, i'm nice - tripped on the soccer net and broke his leg. dear god i nearly peed on myself. and i also found out that in comparison to dumont girls, i am quite virginal, because apparently theres some fad in dumont called "wobbly h-ed" or whatever. and its when you get double teamed by two guys and one does you from behind while you give the other dude a blow job. now honestly. what is the point. how can i be considered skanky with girls like that running around? and like. its common. this isn't some one girl skank ho circus. no self respect i tell you. being double teamed is so skeavy. thats like .. pornstar material. gross-o.
i think i give people the wrong impression. maybe leading people on isn't nice. and shouldn't be done. honestly, i don't know. i was called a cold hearted ice bitch the other day. because i said i like to make boys fall in love with me so i can laugh at them. is it really that bad? honestly. i'm sure lots of girls do it. its not my fault boys fall in love with me. i don't ask them to. it just happens. and then i have someone to play with until they find out they are being played with and then they call me mean names and i don't understand. if they loved me, shouldn't they like being forms for amusement for myself? no sense i tell you. no sense.
i need to lay off the cookies.
i found jon's boxers in my house. and a condom. i forgot about them. whoooops. i hope my mom didn't find that. theres also an extremely suspicious stain on my couch. i honestly have no idea where they all come from. theres one on my bed too. jebus. i should take better care of my house. theres just sex happening everywhere. maybe this is why everyone thinks i'm such a slut. but honestly. whats the point in keeping your sex life private. someone, somewhere, will find out. and tell everyone. and then you just look like a fool. where as, if i'm open with it up front, how can you bring it up? i probably already have. it gives me the upper hand.
simon and garfunkel. why do i bother with emo when we have them? and oasis? and the grateful dead? sheesh. i've got to get back to my roots. oh. and TBS is gonna rock the mic right. i need to find some money. to pay for these crazy tickets i'm buying. TBS, TSL/YELLOWCARD, STORY OF THE YEAR/MCR, CO&CA, FOB .. and more. i forgot the other ones i bought. i kind of just compulsively buy them. i need a job. and a fuck buddy who doesn't do drugs. and possibly some chocolate.
a friend of the devil is friend of mine .. i could go for some cherry garcia ice cream. and grey goose. i have grey goose. but whats the point in drinking by myself? i will never understand why i do what i do. i am too weird for words. lets let simon mooooooooooove me. whats garfunkel's first name? its paul simon and .. uhh. what the fuck is his name? why does 104.3 play so many commercials? why am i asking, as i'm not listening to them. it just seemed like a question to ask. god these are some damned good cookies.
i wonder if all squirrels go to heaven.
i bet someone yells at me for this entry. just because someone is always yelling at me. i can't do anything right in the world. who wants to anyway. everytime people do things right, something goes wrong. that made no sense. i have a feeling i don't make any sense. i think i'd fancy a good fuck. OH AWESOME SONG. ::dances:: CECCCCCCILLLAAAAAA!!
i want to see bruce.
what am i talking about? i have some serious ADD like whoa. i need the new alexisonfire CD. actually, i don't really want it. i probably won't listen to it in my current state of mind. screw alexis! i'm kidding. i love you alexis. who is on fire. god. i need to stop with this.
we find blunts in paul's car and can't help but smoke them.
whatchaaaaknow<3
love.