ahh yes, monday.
things i hate:
-hawthorne heights
-creepy sketchy people
-having to drink root beer when i really want a coke
-people making my life their whole life
-talking when i tell you to shut up
-many other things that i just wont go into detail at this point in time.
and it's not that i'm unhappy, even though my entries may seem like it.
i'm really satisfied and content with everything.
just some things make me want to smash breakable things.
i feel like a waste of space right now.
and somehow, i feel rather inadequate.
god, i'm so fucking insecure!!11!!
=P
the talk with my dad went well last night, like a lot better than i thought it was going to be.
i had a dream last night that in pieces played at the superbowl..but then it was also a baseball game?
and then i was taking a shower in the concession area without a curtain covering it..and everyone could see me naked? and dan and val were there...and my parents were standing across the hallway? then manic mark was like "whoa! hot naked asian!" it was so weird. and he was wearing some kind of shorts with a hawaiian print on them i think.
then i ended up being a part of the show nip/tuck where after adrian left ava, she dropped him off at some grungy apartment place which turned into some east coast university? and then i turned into adrian and my dad was the president and i had to go to the history building to make a call and tell him how miserable i was and that i wanted to go home..and then all these people were sitting with me at a table eating pasta?
after that, i had to solve a murder mystery.
and then i was in some fashion show which had something to do with gwen stefani and j. lo.
i was a model in the show and i got really drunk and it was icy and i couldnt make it in time up the stairs to change my clothes to go back out on the runway and i kept falling and hurting myself up these stairs with ice on them.
yea.
hahahahahhaha.
anyone want to interpret that?
i'm thinking of just getting a new journal and making it friends only.
fucking people shouldnt be reading this if you arent on my friends list, if we never went to the same school and still are friends, or if you're the very few people i like.
-hawthorne heights
-creepy sketchy people
-having to drink root beer when i really want a coke
-people making my life their whole life
-talking when i tell you to shut up
-many other things that i just wont go into detail at this point in time.
and it's not that i'm unhappy, even though my entries may seem like it.
i'm really satisfied and content with everything.
just some things make me want to smash breakable things.
i feel like a waste of space right now.
and somehow, i feel rather inadequate.
god, i'm so fucking insecure!!11!!
=P
the talk with my dad went well last night, like a lot better than i thought it was going to be.
i had a dream last night that in pieces played at the superbowl..but then it was also a baseball game?
and then i was taking a shower in the concession area without a curtain covering it..and everyone could see me naked? and dan and val were there...and my parents were standing across the hallway? then manic mark was like "whoa! hot naked asian!" it was so weird. and he was wearing some kind of shorts with a hawaiian print on them i think.
then i ended up being a part of the show nip/tuck where after adrian left ava, she dropped him off at some grungy apartment place which turned into some east coast university? and then i turned into adrian and my dad was the president and i had to go to the history building to make a call and tell him how miserable i was and that i wanted to go home..and then all these people were sitting with me at a table eating pasta?
after that, i had to solve a murder mystery.
and then i was in some fashion show which had something to do with gwen stefani and j. lo.
i was a model in the show and i got really drunk and it was icy and i couldnt make it in time up the stairs to change my clothes to go back out on the runway and i kept falling and hurting myself up these stairs with ice on them.
yea.
hahahahahhaha.
anyone want to interpret that?
i'm thinking of just getting a new journal and making it friends only.
fucking people shouldnt be reading this if you arent on my friends list, if we never went to the same school and still are friends, or if you're the very few people i like.