Aug 04, 2004 00:35
I like sleeping in the tent.
Reality TV is, ironcially, not actually reality. I don't know anyone who is trying to find a date through this process of elimaintion type crap. In fact, the news is the only reality show. Hey MTV, where are the fucking videos?!
People's lack of effort irks me.
I kinda hope I get Gerardo again for history this year...I wanna piss him off.
I wonder what kind of asshole will take Aaron's place this year...?
In all honesty, I'd rather not go to a Rammstein concert. ...If you'll kindly pick your jaw off the floor, I'll explain. You see, seeing Till on stage would make me want to speak to/touch him in some manner, and my chance of getting a backstage pass is about the same as me gettin a boyfriend: slim and none. Mainly 'cause I don't have big boobs. But I digress. And so, that would kill me inside...not good for my health. Much as I'd like to, I don't think it'd do me any good. There must be a "groupie sluts only" policy or something 'cause I've yet to hear of a real fan gettin back there, and seeing as I'm far from "sexy" [plus I'm not a groupie slut], I may as well not even fantasize about it. You see I have something they don't: self respect.
Yes I know...the cynicism is everywhere. Get over it.