I suck at this LJ game.
Aren't I supposed to update once a day?
Well, I'm not.
Maybe.
If you're lucky.
So, it seems I am more into Indie music than I thought. I thought I was all "Meh, Indie is OK." but I found out ALOT of the stuff I thought was punk/emo/hardcore on my winamp is Indie.
I'm not complaining. My horizons are broader.
My word is FIGHN© AND DREA CAN'T TAKE IT.
It's pronounced like "Fine"
I'll probably never use it, but that doesn't matter. Now Drea can't. Haha. pwnage.
Anyway, I'm in an AIM chat with Drea, Randii and Kate, and here's what they had to say:
(Randii)HollisterHussy: 4:33 4:33 4:33 4:33 i cum faster than josh and I'm a chick 4:33 4:33 4:33 4:33
(Kate)volcomgirly666: < this is html.... its better >
(Drea)LyingDownWaiting: la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. sucka lefty.
They are very wise. Remember those words.
My day started sucking at around 5, when MIN phones to tell me to come to work because PETER screwed up on the schedule and put Tristan down to work today when he's not even HERE!
So I had to go. God damn.
And then, all this happens:
First:
I get out of the shower. Slip, fall, lay on the ground for about 5 minutes.
Second:
Cutting my fingernails off. Cut too close. Took off a small portion on my finger that generally would reside underneath the fingernail. THAT'S pain.
Third:
Chug a 600 ml pepsi.{that's the "normal" size, for you americans who didn't know that) Bad Idea. I feel as though I am going to explode.
Fourth:
Bite my lip while eating Salt and Vinegar crispers. The vinegar and salt intensify the pain.
Fifth:
The lingering thought that I have to work a Seven hour shift tomorrow in 28 *C(That's 83 *F) heat.
I have to work tomorrow.
Tomorrow being payday.
The fact that I have to work prevents me from going to buy an amp for me guitar.
OH YEAH! I failed to mention I got a new guitar.
Well I did.
Pretty sure you assumed that much.
Ugh, I'm bored. I haven't asked my parents if I could go to GP for the weekend.
The weekend being in 2 days.
I SHOULD ask. I'm pretty sure I'll be allowed to go. It's all expense paid. Adrians dad is taking us, paying for the hotel, and Brett said he MIGHT give us each 30 bucks extra for spending. That'd be so cool. Pete's a good guy.
Blah. I have nothing more to write.
I'll think of something by gollee.
Well, I'm not.
Maybe.
If you're lucky.
So, it seems I am more into Indie music than I thought. I thought I was all "Meh, Indie is OK." but I found out ALOT of the stuff I thought was punk/emo/hardcore on my winamp is Indie.
I'm not complaining. My horizons are broader.
My word is FIGHN© AND DREA CAN'T TAKE IT.
It's pronounced like "Fine"
I'll probably never use it, but that doesn't matter. Now Drea can't. Haha. pwnage.
Anyway, I'm in an AIM chat with Drea, Randii and Kate, and here's what they had to say:
(Randii)HollisterHussy: 4:33 4:33 4:33 4:33 i cum faster than josh and I'm a chick 4:33 4:33 4:33 4:33
(Kate)volcomgirly666: < this is html.... its better >
(Drea)LyingDownWaiting: la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. sucka lefty.
They are very wise. Remember those words.
My day started sucking at around 5, when MIN phones to tell me to come to work because PETER screwed up on the schedule and put Tristan down to work today when he's not even HERE!
So I had to go. God damn.
And then, all this happens:
First:
I get out of the shower. Slip, fall, lay on the ground for about 5 minutes.
Second:
Cutting my fingernails off. Cut too close. Took off a small portion on my finger that generally would reside underneath the fingernail. THAT'S pain.
Third:
Chug a 600 ml pepsi.{that's the "normal" size, for you americans who didn't know that) Bad Idea. I feel as though I am going to explode.
Fourth:
Bite my lip while eating Salt and Vinegar crispers. The vinegar and salt intensify the pain.
Fifth:
The lingering thought that I have to work a Seven hour shift tomorrow in 28 *C(That's 83 *F) heat.
I have to work tomorrow.
Tomorrow being payday.
The fact that I have to work prevents me from going to buy an amp for me guitar.
OH YEAH! I failed to mention I got a new guitar.
Well I did.
Pretty sure you assumed that much.
Ugh, I'm bored. I haven't asked my parents if I could go to GP for the weekend.
The weekend being in 2 days.
I SHOULD ask. I'm pretty sure I'll be allowed to go. It's all expense paid. Adrians dad is taking us, paying for the hotel, and Brett said he MIGHT give us each 30 bucks extra for spending. That'd be so cool. Pete's a good guy.
Blah. I have nothing more to write.
I'll think of something by gollee.