Ideas Flow From The Lamb Of Idiocy
What a productive weekend! Friday...I don't remember. I just recall killing my grade in math by basically failing the big test. Then the rest is a fucking blur. Saturday I worked and then went to Wedding Crashers with Jamie, Kerri, Andrew, and Cory. My brother wanted me to go drinking. Rob wanted me to go drinking. And yet, I stayed with mi amigos as the designated fifth wheel and proceeded to play Drinking Uno Attack! until I coulndn't see. I really did feel out of place. I wished I had my own friend there to cuddle with, but alas, I don't have one. Some people are mroe lucky than I. So, I drove home drunk off my ass that night, somehow made it home alive, and proceeded to find some of the coolest music ever! If you've ever heard of Diva Destruction, Christian Death, Bella Morte, or Gitane Demone, you are quite the music conissuer. I'll go on a limb and say you haven't, though. They're amazing. Depressing and gothic, yes, but good none-the-less. Think The Cure if they only did songs like fascination Street or the Figurehead(my most favorite Cure song EVER!).
Then Sunday came. I was hungover and giddy at the same time. Explain that.
My parents took me to church and then Harry Potter 4. Explain that too. I've been working on the most monster History paper tonight. It's on a 700pg book I haven't read, it has to be 10 or so pages, and it's due tomorrow morning. Oh, and I have a 5 pager fr english due tomorrow too. I'm halfway done with the 10 pager.
I talked ot Hilary tonight for the first time in forever. She's coming up for the holiday. She has a pseudo-boyfriend. I'm glad for that. It means there's a possibility she can become solely attached after all.
I'm trying to join the Thanksgiving Dinner thing for Wednesday. I really want to do it again this year. The only thing I can say I do completely selflessly is serve others at events like this. I don't get pleasure or satisfaction. I get nothing. And that's exactly what I want from it.
So, back to the paper. I'm sorry for not posting another grotesque story about bodies and rainbows, but I write, not dance, so it isn't on command like people with trained legs are.
Be good and you might not die too soon!
Then Sunday came. I was hungover and giddy at the same time. Explain that.
My parents took me to church and then Harry Potter 4. Explain that too. I've been working on the most monster History paper tonight. It's on a 700pg book I haven't read, it has to be 10 or so pages, and it's due tomorrow morning. Oh, and I have a 5 pager fr english due tomorrow too. I'm halfway done with the 10 pager.
I talked ot Hilary tonight for the first time in forever. She's coming up for the holiday. She has a pseudo-boyfriend. I'm glad for that. It means there's a possibility she can become solely attached after all.
I'm trying to join the Thanksgiving Dinner thing for Wednesday. I really want to do it again this year. The only thing I can say I do completely selflessly is serve others at events like this. I don't get pleasure or satisfaction. I get nothing. And that's exactly what I want from it.
So, back to the paper. I'm sorry for not posting another grotesque story about bodies and rainbows, but I write, not dance, so it isn't on command like people with trained legs are.
Be good and you might not die too soon!