Mar 18, 2004 20:56
Hmm, I think I feel like talking and postong. Woah, this is wicked cool. My computer is slower than my typing so the text MAGICALLY APPEARS. Sorry about any typos because I can't fucking see what I"m saying. Hey guess what?!?!? I'm going to New York tomorrow! Oh man, I'm so excited!!! Yeah, except I miss the dance which I was looking forward the n not looking forward to but once again looking forward too. I'ts kind of a complicated range of emotion, but I think I've got everything pretty much figured out now. Doesn't mean I like the conclusions I've come to, but whatever....that's the way it is. Maybe I get to see people on saturday!! OH MAN!! I TOTALLY FORGOT!! WE MIGHT BE GOING TO A DEMONSTRATION!!!!! Woo that would be so cool. Okay, a few things I was a little bit mad about today. Sometiems I feel a little too easily won over. I was angry about that sad sad side of me for about five minutes, but now I'm over it (really limor.) Because I realize that some people mean what they say only about 40% of the time, and the other 60% is just bullshit. Like when you compliment someone in the hopes that they will leave you a lone for a while, or wave back to someone you hate, or sit on the floor for thanksgiving because you're too pansy to stand up to an evil evil woman and say you want a chair. Yeah, that's right, I wave back too. But, just as happiness only stayed for a nanosecond...I don't really have enough energy to get pissed off for more than half a nanosecond. Whatever, I don't really care right now. Anyone reading this will either stay very far away from or end up actually in the box. So don't get too excited about your situation. All things must pass. All things must pass away. Du pus un gulca. Yeah, I said it. I'm not really sure how to spell it, BUT THAT'S WHAT IT FUCKING SOUNDS LIKE. AND YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!! Just do it....don't fight it...DU PUS UN FUCKING GULCA. Wow. I really need to calm down. I think I got way too much enjoyment out of making that box. Okay. *inhale* *exhale* see you all on monday...perhaps I shall post from new york. Since you all care SO much. AHh I need to not be around all of this fake shit for more than 24 hours. This is long overdue. God I don't know how I'm going to fall asleep tonight. I wish that I could be away from everything for a long time before I have to deal with people again. I need a fucking reality check. I'm stuck in this lameass town and there's nothing I can do about it. I will be stuck with the same 400 or so people until I'm EIGHTEEN. Okay...I need to stop listening to the help album and go to bed. Goodnight, I shall kill you in the morning. Scratch that....just goodnight. No movie or book or music references, no loaded meanings, and no meaningless meanings, just goodnight. Nothing can be implied from that. Really. Nothing. Bye.