new hair style
so i'm currently sporting a new hair style. my boss at the ninety nizzle said to me on saturday, "did you hear that guy say you need a haircut?" i replied, "he was lying" i dont want to get a haircut. i like my hair long. and i dont.
she changes your mind
so i like my hair long when i play a show. because it's very fun to throw around and all. i can't understand rocking out without long hair. but then the rest of the week living with it is hard. takes forever to dry. and i can't get it out of my face no matter how hard i try. so right now i've got it pinned to the side of my face with hair gel and you can see a whole lot of my forehead which some people might like, and others might say i look like a fairy. i dont care. i'm going to wear it like this for work, so they wont say i have to cut it. and my mother wants me to cut it too. mollie likes it on the other side. jamel said it makes me look like an emo kid on the other side. i dont like having that title. now matter how many times matt ball calls me it i still dont like it.
my car is shit. should i list all of the things wrong with it? or would it just be monotonous. oh well. the right side of the front bumper is hanging down. (my shoulders are so fucking tense.) there are two holes in my windsheild washer fluid tank. there's an oil leak. a leak in the filter. the driver's side windsheild wiper doesn't move. ever. i have no use of my cigarette lighter (only useful to me as a phone charger or that ipod dealy) oh and there's this loud rattling in the back right tire everytime i go over a bump. sometimes it makes noises around turns. but hey, my blinkers are loud. and my shoulders are fucking tense.
i can't even fucking straighten my arm. i almost fell out of my chair reaching for a tissue that i know i would have been able to reach if my arm could straighten. there are so many things wrong with me. i'm going deaf. like teenagers say they're going deaf as a joke because they listen to loud music. but as a side effect to Osteo-Genesis Imperfecta (brittle bones) i'm going to be completely deaf by my mid 20s. Once i'm completely deaf, i can have surgery for them to fix the bones in my ear. but not until i'm completely deaf. recently i had a test done on my hearing and my right ear is considerably lower than normal. my left ear is a little bit lower than normal. but my right ear sucks. like for all of the time (since 6th grade) i've owned this CD player to my right in my room, going to sleep i have it on volume 2. now if i'm sleeping on my left side i have to have it on 5, and i can't hear it, and if i turn over, it's too loud.
i've had to blow my nose everytime i enter a room today. i've been doing some pretty depressing things and trying to pat myself on the back for not letting them get me down. and then they did.
today i was so cold in my room i put on a sweater on top of my taking back sunday shirt, which was under an outmarting simon shirt, which was under a long sleave american eagle shirt, which was under the collard shirt i wore to school. and then i was still cold and put on my brown shitted sweatshirt and my hood. i call my brown sweatshirt my shitted sweatshirt because its still got tear stains from the time i fucking balled my eyes out on XLI. that was a good cry though. but everytime i've worn it since then it's been only when i'm down.
i sleep way too much. today i dived into my bed before starting my homework (some old habbit) and then when i finally got up because i was so damn cold to do my homework i read the first math problem and my mother told me dinner was ready.
my shoulders are so fucking tense.
i'm filled with lots of hate lately. not really hate but disapproval, uneasiness, agitation, digression, aggression, and many more and i always say hate because it's easier to say.
i have much more to say i could write for hours but this novel is long enough. i think some day i'll write a novel. it wont be interesting or anything. so dont read it.
she changes your mind
so i like my hair long when i play a show. because it's very fun to throw around and all. i can't understand rocking out without long hair. but then the rest of the week living with it is hard. takes forever to dry. and i can't get it out of my face no matter how hard i try. so right now i've got it pinned to the side of my face with hair gel and you can see a whole lot of my forehead which some people might like, and others might say i look like a fairy. i dont care. i'm going to wear it like this for work, so they wont say i have to cut it. and my mother wants me to cut it too. mollie likes it on the other side. jamel said it makes me look like an emo kid on the other side. i dont like having that title. now matter how many times matt ball calls me it i still dont like it.
my car is shit. should i list all of the things wrong with it? or would it just be monotonous. oh well. the right side of the front bumper is hanging down. (my shoulders are so fucking tense.) there are two holes in my windsheild washer fluid tank. there's an oil leak. a leak in the filter. the driver's side windsheild wiper doesn't move. ever. i have no use of my cigarette lighter (only useful to me as a phone charger or that ipod dealy) oh and there's this loud rattling in the back right tire everytime i go over a bump. sometimes it makes noises around turns. but hey, my blinkers are loud. and my shoulders are fucking tense.
i can't even fucking straighten my arm. i almost fell out of my chair reaching for a tissue that i know i would have been able to reach if my arm could straighten. there are so many things wrong with me. i'm going deaf. like teenagers say they're going deaf as a joke because they listen to loud music. but as a side effect to Osteo-Genesis Imperfecta (brittle bones) i'm going to be completely deaf by my mid 20s. Once i'm completely deaf, i can have surgery for them to fix the bones in my ear. but not until i'm completely deaf. recently i had a test done on my hearing and my right ear is considerably lower than normal. my left ear is a little bit lower than normal. but my right ear sucks. like for all of the time (since 6th grade) i've owned this CD player to my right in my room, going to sleep i have it on volume 2. now if i'm sleeping on my left side i have to have it on 5, and i can't hear it, and if i turn over, it's too loud.
i've had to blow my nose everytime i enter a room today. i've been doing some pretty depressing things and trying to pat myself on the back for not letting them get me down. and then they did.
today i was so cold in my room i put on a sweater on top of my taking back sunday shirt, which was under an outmarting simon shirt, which was under a long sleave american eagle shirt, which was under the collard shirt i wore to school. and then i was still cold and put on my brown shitted sweatshirt and my hood. i call my brown sweatshirt my shitted sweatshirt because its still got tear stains from the time i fucking balled my eyes out on XLI. that was a good cry though. but everytime i've worn it since then it's been only when i'm down.
i sleep way too much. today i dived into my bed before starting my homework (some old habbit) and then when i finally got up because i was so damn cold to do my homework i read the first math problem and my mother told me dinner was ready.
my shoulders are so fucking tense.
i'm filled with lots of hate lately. not really hate but disapproval, uneasiness, agitation, digression, aggression, and many more and i always say hate because it's easier to say.
i have much more to say i could write for hours but this novel is long enough. i think some day i'll write a novel. it wont be interesting or anything. so dont read it.