"How My Mallgoth Era Should've Been" By Mary Grace
So let's see...
I know that the Shelby slept over a few days back, and we had the classic routine of watching deep, deeeeep psychological movies we don't completely understand and baking cookies. She bought me earrings. <3
Then there was Miss Danielle Mabe's birthday party. I bought that lady a fucking MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE CD, going against all my morals, but I did it. Aaaaand it was a pool party, which is just funny for me. I basically stood in one place, clinging to an inner tube the entire time. This was partially because I was wearing the bikini that looks great, but it basically falls right off me at any movement. Looked through the Matawan yearbook, ate pizza, you know. Her mother found my underwear. I don't want to talk about it.
The next day my boyfriend took me to see Marilyn Manson, LOLLOLOLOLZ *vomits blood*
I left the house in this huffy, pissed off rush, yelling to my dad that I was going and just um...left. My mother was actually really angry with me for seeing Marilyn Manson ("I hate him, he looks HORRIBLE" was her reasoning.) But whatever, for the first hour or so we sat around and tried to find the biggest asshole at the concert. It was really difficult. Sub Zero from Mortal Combat was there. Aha, and Slayer was there too. Our dear friends Shelby and of COURSE Miss Zeynep managed to get there, and Tara managed to get off work so all was good. We all got to see Manson.
Boyfriend and I had a ridiculous debate and discussion of what we thought of the show, that I think I am seriously just going to post in a seperate entry tomorrow, because it was just so in depth and ridiculous. Like, it pretty much sums up everything. I will say this though: the encores were so fucking powerful and it made me really happy.
So today nothing really happened, except Harry suddenly showed up at my house with a jack in the box that him and Morgan decorated with satanic and nazi symbols.
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH. I have a great life.
Sometime during this I remembered that I've been a really bad friend and I called up Melissa, who's in fucking Massachussets.
My stomach hurts.
I know that the Shelby slept over a few days back, and we had the classic routine of watching deep, deeeeep psychological movies we don't completely understand and baking cookies. She bought me earrings. <3
Then there was Miss Danielle Mabe's birthday party. I bought that lady a fucking MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE CD, going against all my morals, but I did it. Aaaaand it was a pool party, which is just funny for me. I basically stood in one place, clinging to an inner tube the entire time. This was partially because I was wearing the bikini that looks great, but it basically falls right off me at any movement. Looked through the Matawan yearbook, ate pizza, you know. Her mother found my underwear. I don't want to talk about it.
The next day my boyfriend took me to see Marilyn Manson, LOLLOLOLOLZ *vomits blood*
I left the house in this huffy, pissed off rush, yelling to my dad that I was going and just um...left. My mother was actually really angry with me for seeing Marilyn Manson ("I hate him, he looks HORRIBLE" was her reasoning.) But whatever, for the first hour or so we sat around and tried to find the biggest asshole at the concert. It was really difficult. Sub Zero from Mortal Combat was there. Aha, and Slayer was there too. Our dear friends Shelby and of COURSE Miss Zeynep managed to get there, and Tara managed to get off work so all was good. We all got to see Manson.
Boyfriend and I had a ridiculous debate and discussion of what we thought of the show, that I think I am seriously just going to post in a seperate entry tomorrow, because it was just so in depth and ridiculous. Like, it pretty much sums up everything. I will say this though: the encores were so fucking powerful and it made me really happy.
So today nothing really happened, except Harry suddenly showed up at my house with a jack in the box that him and Morgan decorated with satanic and nazi symbols.
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH. I have a great life.
Sometime during this I remembered that I've been a really bad friend and I called up Melissa, who's in fucking Massachussets.
My stomach hurts.