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We finally got a new computer.
My best Christmas presents by far were my very own sewing machine and the gorgeous white Chucks Eric bought me.
This whole entry is going to offend pretty much anyone who reads it, so if it does this is your warning, you need not go any farther, I'm venting here to save Eric stress.
My best birthday present will be my tattoo when I get it today. That's right. It's just too bad it's become such a fad now. It's like back in 4th grade when you were only cool if you had silly putty, or one other time it was yo-yos. Now it's like you're only cool if you have a tattoo. Well fuck that. I think people who get tattoos all over themselves and don't even put thought into what they're getting are fucking retarded. No one thinks about when they're like 50 and can't stand hardcore or fucking pirates or what the fuck ever they like now. They just can't wait, they just HAVE to have tattoos.
I don't mean to bring in the new year with a rant or anything, but that's all I feel lately. I can't stand going to social gatherings anymore because I've lost all patience with the morons around here. Yeah, there is like the handful of exceptions, but I honestly think everyone is so interested in themselves and being "cool" taht they don't realize what idiots they are. Why can't everyone just step out of themselves for like 5 seconds and watch how they act and how fake they all are. Everyone has gotten so damn fake. And it's made worse by the fact that I see the same people everywhere I go, thus the repetition and increasing annoyance with all of them. The only person I see all the time that isn't Eric that I can even remotely stand, and more than that, is Dave. And guess what? It's because he's not a phoney. It's like when this hardcore thing spread (and I'm not bashing it so please let's not have any of you people commenting on how hardcore is this all-powerful diety) and everyone got their ears stretched and bought all kinds of black clothes and tight jeans and fucking Sauconys and dyed their hair black and bought puffy vests, jackets, etc. they all lost a sense of themselves. (Here's where I go on a tangent) It's a fucking fad and I know that, but they have no idea that maybe 5 years from now no one will be listening to hardcore anymore, they'll all be listening to something else. 5 years from now they might be tired of trying to prove their manhood by moshing, or maybe they'll just be into something else. But what will they do with those gigantic holes in their earlobes? How about the tough guy tattoos they got? Come ON, people.
This all ties in together. I remember when everyone listened to stuff like Me First and Screeching Weasel or whatever. I remember when tastes were varied. I couldn't believe it when a certain person mentioned not going to Bobby's show because he wasn't into "gay". I remember when that certain person used to love punk rock and punk rock shows. (Given, this kid changes his preferred style of music and dress at least once a year) Now he says punk is gay and goes to all these hardcore and metalcore shows. What happened to everyone? *sigh*
The reason I use all the hardcore kids as an example is because pretty much everyone here in the Valley is like that now. Everyone looks the same, talks the same, acts like a retard the same. Why can't everyone just be themselves? Honestly, just becuase you listen to hardcore doesn't mean you have to get piercings and stretch your ears. Eric has listened to hardcore for, like ever and he doesn't do that shit. But he's also open minded and listens to other great music, so maybe I don't have a point.
but even if I don't have a point I bite my tongue all the time and my New Year's resolution is to not put up with shit anymore. If I have something to say I'll say it, I don't care who I piss off. There's no use in pretending anymore.
On that note, I think it's hilarious that person A is now seeing, cuddling, deceiving person B because last I knew person B was engaged to some English guy and person A recently asked Eric's sister out. And then there's the little slut who rubs herself up against every boy she comes into contact with because she wants everyone to love her. The little whore can't go an hour without giving at least one guy a hug and fishing for at least one compliment.
I guess that's it. In the words of the Dead Milkmen, "If we've offended you, take a hike."
My best Christmas presents by far were my very own sewing machine and the gorgeous white Chucks Eric bought me.
This whole entry is going to offend pretty much anyone who reads it, so if it does this is your warning, you need not go any farther, I'm venting here to save Eric stress.
My best birthday present will be my tattoo when I get it today. That's right. It's just too bad it's become such a fad now. It's like back in 4th grade when you were only cool if you had silly putty, or one other time it was yo-yos. Now it's like you're only cool if you have a tattoo. Well fuck that. I think people who get tattoos all over themselves and don't even put thought into what they're getting are fucking retarded. No one thinks about when they're like 50 and can't stand hardcore or fucking pirates or what the fuck ever they like now. They just can't wait, they just HAVE to have tattoos.
I don't mean to bring in the new year with a rant or anything, but that's all I feel lately. I can't stand going to social gatherings anymore because I've lost all patience with the morons around here. Yeah, there is like the handful of exceptions, but I honestly think everyone is so interested in themselves and being "cool" taht they don't realize what idiots they are. Why can't everyone just step out of themselves for like 5 seconds and watch how they act and how fake they all are. Everyone has gotten so damn fake. And it's made worse by the fact that I see the same people everywhere I go, thus the repetition and increasing annoyance with all of them. The only person I see all the time that isn't Eric that I can even remotely stand, and more than that, is Dave. And guess what? It's because he's not a phoney. It's like when this hardcore thing spread (and I'm not bashing it so please let's not have any of you people commenting on how hardcore is this all-powerful diety) and everyone got their ears stretched and bought all kinds of black clothes and tight jeans and fucking Sauconys and dyed their hair black and bought puffy vests, jackets, etc. they all lost a sense of themselves. (Here's where I go on a tangent) It's a fucking fad and I know that, but they have no idea that maybe 5 years from now no one will be listening to hardcore anymore, they'll all be listening to something else. 5 years from now they might be tired of trying to prove their manhood by moshing, or maybe they'll just be into something else. But what will they do with those gigantic holes in their earlobes? How about the tough guy tattoos they got? Come ON, people.
This all ties in together. I remember when everyone listened to stuff like Me First and Screeching Weasel or whatever. I remember when tastes were varied. I couldn't believe it when a certain person mentioned not going to Bobby's show because he wasn't into "gay". I remember when that certain person used to love punk rock and punk rock shows. (Given, this kid changes his preferred style of music and dress at least once a year) Now he says punk is gay and goes to all these hardcore and metalcore shows. What happened to everyone? *sigh*
The reason I use all the hardcore kids as an example is because pretty much everyone here in the Valley is like that now. Everyone looks the same, talks the same, acts like a retard the same. Why can't everyone just be themselves? Honestly, just becuase you listen to hardcore doesn't mean you have to get piercings and stretch your ears. Eric has listened to hardcore for, like ever and he doesn't do that shit. But he's also open minded and listens to other great music, so maybe I don't have a point.
but even if I don't have a point I bite my tongue all the time and my New Year's resolution is to not put up with shit anymore. If I have something to say I'll say it, I don't care who I piss off. There's no use in pretending anymore.
On that note, I think it's hilarious that person A is now seeing, cuddling, deceiving person B because last I knew person B was engaged to some English guy and person A recently asked Eric's sister out. And then there's the little slut who rubs herself up against every boy she comes into contact with because she wants everyone to love her. The little whore can't go an hour without giving at least one guy a hug and fishing for at least one compliment.
I guess that's it. In the words of the Dead Milkmen, "If we've offended you, take a hike."