294 / Someday I'll grow a forest in the dirt you left me with
"Oh, how could you do it? Oh, I never saw it coming. I need an ending. So why can't you stay just long enough to explain."
First off, guys with dark hair + plaid shirt = hot. Look to the picture to your right, for example. yum yumm yum.
I'm in a weird mood, I don't know how else to explain it. Today wasn't so bad - it was cold as fuck, but at least I don't have much homework for the weekend, and just one test on Monday. English is officially my new favorite class. I love sitting next to Ron, haha. He's one of those 'discreet' funny people, whose funniness lies in barely heard side comments. Today he broke out into a quiet falsetto, singing 'I want it all, I want it now..' from that one commercial, followed by "Look guys! Spirit fingers!", while we were checking a worksheet and, so naturally, everyone heard/saw and it definitely brought on the lulz.
The other day in student council they announced that we're going to a Piston game in a few months and how it's against the "Los Angeles Clippers" She got to Los Angeles and I swear to god I almost peed my pants in excitement, and I was legit freaking out because all I could think about was 'OMG OMGOMGOMGOGMOGMG IM FINALLY GOING TO A LAKER GAME OMGOMG FUCK YES OMG I CAN DIE HAPPY" That was my exact train of thought. No lie. Then I heard Clippers and my dreams crashed and burned. Of course, of course. Story of my freaking life.
Speaking of.
My love life, or lack there of, is soaring to new pathetic lows, as confirmed by the fact that everyone seems to have found someone but me, even Katie Little, who, every morning, could be found mauling and groping her boyfriend by MY LOCKER out in BFE, of all places. Not gonna lie, it's a bit disturbing to see that, first thing in the morning. One thing amusing about them though is seeing them walk up the stairs holding hands, and maybe I'm just being a bitter bitch by making fun of them, whatever, but I think you'd find it amusing to to see two people struggling to carry their books and hold hands while going up the stairs filled with people going up and down, as well. The awkward angles that their arms make are just fascinating; even more: the fact that you'd think they'd die, or something, if they even so much as attempt to let go. That's love, I guess. And pure dedication. It's almost sweet. But really, where's the hope for the unwanted, loveless people such as my selfffff? When am I ever going to find my person? when when whennnnnnnn. I'm so tired of waiting.
Another disturbing thing that happened today: Paul trying to make that hey there/smarmy smile/eyebrowwag/brush by walk, (an epic fail, by the way. Instead, he managed to look constipated/insane.) to these two sophomore girls, who had the exact same reaction as I did: "WHAAAAAAAAT WAS THAT?" Complete, and utter dumbfounded-ness.
Ugh and god, It feels like ages since I've last talked to anyone about anything substantial, so needless to say, I'm craving conversation. Or maybe just attention. Yeah, I'm attention deprived.
First off, guys with dark hair + plaid shirt = hot. Look to the picture to your right, for example. yum yumm yum.
I'm in a weird mood, I don't know how else to explain it. Today wasn't so bad - it was cold as fuck, but at least I don't have much homework for the weekend, and just one test on Monday. English is officially my new favorite class. I love sitting next to Ron, haha. He's one of those 'discreet' funny people, whose funniness lies in barely heard side comments. Today he broke out into a quiet falsetto, singing 'I want it all, I want it now..' from that one commercial, followed by "Look guys! Spirit fingers!", while we were checking a worksheet and, so naturally, everyone heard/saw and it definitely brought on the lulz.
The other day in student council they announced that we're going to a Piston game in a few months and how it's against the "Los Angeles Clippers" She got to Los Angeles and I swear to god I almost peed my pants in excitement, and I was legit freaking out because all I could think about was 'OMG OMGOMGOMGOGMOGMG IM FINALLY GOING TO A LAKER GAME OMGOMG FUCK YES OMG I CAN DIE HAPPY" That was my exact train of thought. No lie. Then I heard Clippers and my dreams crashed and burned. Of course, of course. Story of my freaking life.
Speaking of.
My love life, or lack there of, is soaring to new pathetic lows, as confirmed by the fact that everyone seems to have found someone but me, even Katie Little, who, every morning, could be found mauling and groping her boyfriend by MY LOCKER out in BFE, of all places. Not gonna lie, it's a bit disturbing to see that, first thing in the morning. One thing amusing about them though is seeing them walk up the stairs holding hands, and maybe I'm just being a bitter bitch by making fun of them, whatever, but I think you'd find it amusing to to see two people struggling to carry their books and hold hands while going up the stairs filled with people going up and down, as well. The awkward angles that their arms make are just fascinating; even more: the fact that you'd think they'd die, or something, if they even so much as attempt to let go. That's love, I guess. And pure dedication. It's almost sweet. But really, where's the hope for the unwanted, loveless people such as my selfffff? When am I ever going to find my person? when when whennnnnnnn. I'm so tired of waiting.
Another disturbing thing that happened today: Paul trying to make that hey there/smarmy smile/eyebrowwag/brush by walk, (an epic fail, by the way. Instead, he managed to look constipated/insane.) to these two sophomore girls, who had the exact same reaction as I did: "WHAAAAAAAAT WAS THAT?" Complete, and utter dumbfounded-ness.
Ugh and god, It feels like ages since I've last talked to anyone about anything substantial, so needless to say, I'm craving conversation. Or maybe just attention. Yeah, I'm attention deprived.