this is the house that love built
Rarely are there people who make me want "gah wring their neck" but my sister would be one of those few. She's sooo making me crazier day after day. And I don't even know what it really is that drives me so beserk other than the fact that she's just who she is and everything about her makes me like wacko here wacko there. And mostly what it is that bugs me right now, is that she got back from Vegas, and they bought me all this stuff which was thanks-very-much-put-it-away-and-never-wear. Except she bought this scarf for herself, a black and white skull scarf, and I'd exchange everything they gave me plus 100$ more just for the scarf. I was looking for one just like it on ebay while they were gone, not to mention before they left me mum asked me what I wanted from vegas and I told her an LV scarf, or a fake LV scarf (because let's get realistic), or anykind of silky slutty scarf, cause I'm a fag and fags like silk. So my sister buys the fucken scarf, that she knows I'll want.
And now, I don't claim to have a lot of "hipster cred" but for the sake of this story I have hipster cred more than my sister times a balillion cause she still listens to the backstreet boys and she's 21!! And she only wants it because ashlee simpson was wearing one in US magazine, and I'm like hi no thanks, but can I have it because I know you will never wear it. And now that I've made such a fuss about how much I want it, she won't give it to me based solely on the fact that I want it now, despite how much she'll never wear it and it'll be wasted. And me mum feels badly because she knew I'd want it and she still let H get it. God what a dinkface she is. And so today I was dancing with it and pretending I was a maharajah or something gay like that, and she was all like "hi, I see your a dork and your having fun, but can I come in and steal your dorkiness away and just wrap this scarf that I don't even need or want around my head like a babushka." (PS she also doesn't even know any ashlee simpson songs, but I know all of them, so technically as a popster she still loses.) I hope she has an unfortunate motor vehicle accident where the scarf gets tangled in the axel and it breaks her neck. That'll teach her.
There's also this huge shipping container near my house that I see everyday as I'm running that some kids wrote ILL HOODS' on the side of. And i kinda don't get how stupid that is, or the purpose of the apostrophe ....oh my god, it practically is millwoods, just minus the letter m and an h instead of a w. Wow maybe these hoodlums are a bit genius, but I still don't get it. Yea... no i still don't and also want all those 'lums to just kinda die and not skateboard near me.
I found this song, by this french band that I really want to hear the whole album, but I can't find it online and it cost a fortune on ebay and amazon, so I'll just try and find it in montreal when I go there this summer, cause that's where they are from. Ps the band is called the prototypes and the lead singer looks and sounds like karen o from yyy, but instead they are french and not so show your bones and more mystery girl. Except I judge just from one song and not a whole album so I could be totally wrong.
When I'm doing my daily run I prefer to run on criss crossy distances instead of a straight line cause when i run in a straight line i always feel like i'm not getting anywhere because the destination never seems to get anycloser, and i always feeel like i have to exert myself even more to get nowhere. also it's hard to run in the wind i've discovered because i run like times 2 harder than i normally do but never get sweaty until i get home and then i'm just like dead dead dead because i never realize how hard i've been running, but also when there is no wind i hate that too because then i jsut get super sweaty and my lips get all salty and my back gets all wet and the opposite side of my elbow gets all lubricated and my hair gets curly and i'm like ew i need to shower now. also my ankles hurt often, and i wonder if anyone ever sees the drool trailling behind me as i run and try to breathe. honestly, me running = sex personified.
today i ate more salad. like the best salad ever from pizza hut buffet and i felt like i was 12 again because the food there is sick. like really not gross but ugly, like it doesn't make me ever want to eat there again, becase it's not aesthetically attractive to look at, cause it really does look like a mexican lady who gets paid 3 bucks an hour through it together in a food processor in the back and then spewed it on a piece of round bread, but it does make me want to because of it's deliciousness, but really all i eat is the sezer salad because i love the crouton bits. I think next time (which will not be another 15 years till i go) I will take a zip lock with me and steal all the croutons. Then I can dissect them and discover what sort of msg makes them taste so divine. And also today I consider vegetarianism for a brief moment, but then the thought went away because i thought about pepperoni.
also louis and i talked about my trip to ottawa this summer, i might be going twice now since he has offered to pay half of another one of my trips, but i'm far to proud to except money, even from my bf. I need to get over myself. I'm going to look into it alittle more because I have never been with him for his birthday before, and he's been with me for both of my birthdays that i've had since we got together. Which is a lovely thing to experience. Also we talked about my ex-bfs and the size of their dongs a little bit, which was awkward because i don't think louis needs to hear about that, but he wanted to know how he 'measured' up, so i told him. but i won't tell you, sorry.
and then, just now i started to think what if one of my students ever found my lovejournal. that would be bad news because i am obscene and absurd all at the same time in these things and hardly role-model-worthy. but then i think you know what, i don't effin care because that would really just probably creep them out a little bit until they realize how cool i am.
also i decided today that kevin zegers is also sex -personified. and he may or may not be replacing mr. somerhalder at the top of my love-to-eff-if-i-get-the-oppurtunity list. then i realized that if i was straight that shakira would probably be at the top of my female love-to-eff list because she's one fly boriqua, even though her music licks donkey sweat.
peace, love, joy to the world ...
-matty
And now, I don't claim to have a lot of "hipster cred" but for the sake of this story I have hipster cred more than my sister times a balillion cause she still listens to the backstreet boys and she's 21!! And she only wants it because ashlee simpson was wearing one in US magazine, and I'm like hi no thanks, but can I have it because I know you will never wear it. And now that I've made such a fuss about how much I want it, she won't give it to me based solely on the fact that I want it now, despite how much she'll never wear it and it'll be wasted. And me mum feels badly because she knew I'd want it and she still let H get it. God what a dinkface she is. And so today I was dancing with it and pretending I was a maharajah or something gay like that, and she was all like "hi, I see your a dork and your having fun, but can I come in and steal your dorkiness away and just wrap this scarf that I don't even need or want around my head like a babushka." (PS she also doesn't even know any ashlee simpson songs, but I know all of them, so technically as a popster she still loses.) I hope she has an unfortunate motor vehicle accident where the scarf gets tangled in the axel and it breaks her neck. That'll teach her.
There's also this huge shipping container near my house that I see everyday as I'm running that some kids wrote ILL HOODS' on the side of. And i kinda don't get how stupid that is, or the purpose of the apostrophe ....oh my god, it practically is millwoods, just minus the letter m and an h instead of a w. Wow maybe these hoodlums are a bit genius, but I still don't get it. Yea... no i still don't and also want all those 'lums to just kinda die and not skateboard near me.
I found this song, by this french band that I really want to hear the whole album, but I can't find it online and it cost a fortune on ebay and amazon, so I'll just try and find it in montreal when I go there this summer, cause that's where they are from. Ps the band is called the prototypes and the lead singer looks and sounds like karen o from yyy, but instead they are french and not so show your bones and more mystery girl. Except I judge just from one song and not a whole album so I could be totally wrong.
When I'm doing my daily run I prefer to run on criss crossy distances instead of a straight line cause when i run in a straight line i always feel like i'm not getting anywhere because the destination never seems to get anycloser, and i always feeel like i have to exert myself even more to get nowhere. also it's hard to run in the wind i've discovered because i run like times 2 harder than i normally do but never get sweaty until i get home and then i'm just like dead dead dead because i never realize how hard i've been running, but also when there is no wind i hate that too because then i jsut get super sweaty and my lips get all salty and my back gets all wet and the opposite side of my elbow gets all lubricated and my hair gets curly and i'm like ew i need to shower now. also my ankles hurt often, and i wonder if anyone ever sees the drool trailling behind me as i run and try to breathe. honestly, me running = sex personified.
today i ate more salad. like the best salad ever from pizza hut buffet and i felt like i was 12 again because the food there is sick. like really not gross but ugly, like it doesn't make me ever want to eat there again, becase it's not aesthetically attractive to look at, cause it really does look like a mexican lady who gets paid 3 bucks an hour through it together in a food processor in the back and then spewed it on a piece of round bread, but it does make me want to because of it's deliciousness, but really all i eat is the sezer salad because i love the crouton bits. I think next time (which will not be another 15 years till i go) I will take a zip lock with me and steal all the croutons. Then I can dissect them and discover what sort of msg makes them taste so divine. And also today I consider vegetarianism for a brief moment, but then the thought went away because i thought about pepperoni.
also louis and i talked about my trip to ottawa this summer, i might be going twice now since he has offered to pay half of another one of my trips, but i'm far to proud to except money, even from my bf. I need to get over myself. I'm going to look into it alittle more because I have never been with him for his birthday before, and he's been with me for both of my birthdays that i've had since we got together. Which is a lovely thing to experience. Also we talked about my ex-bfs and the size of their dongs a little bit, which was awkward because i don't think louis needs to hear about that, but he wanted to know how he 'measured' up, so i told him. but i won't tell you, sorry.
and then, just now i started to think what if one of my students ever found my lovejournal. that would be bad news because i am obscene and absurd all at the same time in these things and hardly role-model-worthy. but then i think you know what, i don't effin care because that would really just probably creep them out a little bit until they realize how cool i am.
also i decided today that kevin zegers is also sex -personified. and he may or may not be replacing mr. somerhalder at the top of my love-to-eff-if-i-get-the-oppurtunity list. then i realized that if i was straight that shakira would probably be at the top of my female love-to-eff list because she's one fly boriqua, even though her music licks donkey sweat.
peace, love, joy to the world ...
-matty