It's bad that my moodicon for "stressed" just looks like "S&M" to me
Happy 4th. And happy birthday to my sis. Remember, kids, fireworks do not belong in pants. Nor are they meant to be going off every night for 3 nights prior to the actual holiday. *glares at neighbors*
I worked yesterday and my bro went out to see Transformers. Selfish bastard. Kept having to stop him from telling me WTF happens. Surprisingly, he said there were no SuperGeeks in the theater. He said he's going again today but i don't think i'm in the mood to go. Y'know, it's the 4th. People have off, it'll be crowded, i don't know if my mom will sulk over her not getting to go with us, etc. And for some odd reason my whole day is always a downer after i get out from seeing a movie. If it's a bad movie i have that huge "Crap, i just wasted hours of my life" feeling. If it's good and it sucks you in and brings you out of the real world for a while to a place you're constantly stimulated with emotions and movement and music and absolutely no worries, then i come out of the theater into that bright sunlight and think "Shit, life sucks." The spell is broken. I dunno.
No SYTYCD or Rescue Me tonight. And i just had to school my big bro on Heroes. I'm weeping.
Dear Hollywood: Stop raping my childhood for a quick buck.
Dear Jason Lee: I want to still love you! I'm clinging to that love! So, ya know, stop it.
I've decided not to tell my mom about the NYC roadtrip until it's definite i'm going. Medication would be fantastic to have right about now.
I worked yesterday and my bro went out to see Transformers. Selfish bastard. Kept having to stop him from telling me WTF happens. Surprisingly, he said there were no SuperGeeks in the theater. He said he's going again today but i don't think i'm in the mood to go. Y'know, it's the 4th. People have off, it'll be crowded, i don't know if my mom will sulk over her not getting to go with us, etc. And for some odd reason my whole day is always a downer after i get out from seeing a movie. If it's a bad movie i have that huge "Crap, i just wasted hours of my life" feeling. If it's good and it sucks you in and brings you out of the real world for a while to a place you're constantly stimulated with emotions and movement and music and absolutely no worries, then i come out of the theater into that bright sunlight and think "Shit, life sucks." The spell is broken. I dunno.
No SYTYCD or Rescue Me tonight. And i just had to school my big bro on Heroes. I'm weeping.
Dear Hollywood: Stop raping my childhood for a quick buck.
Dear Jason Lee: I want to still love you! I'm clinging to that love! So, ya know, stop it.
I've decided not to tell my mom about the NYC roadtrip until it's definite i'm going. Medication would be fantastic to have right about now.