Progress report...
Ok today was a little better... me puse manos ala hobra and I got rid of all the clutter in my room even the t.v. !!! yes its crazy I know but I had to do it for my own good, I didnt even watch the damn thing anymore and the "cable" we have sucks, it looks all fuzzy and stuff. Thats what we get for not paying for it! lol! Any way I took every thing out except the bed and the laptop which HAS to be in my room because no other room here actually has internet access, or at least that's what my roommates have led me to believe.
So im trying to organize myself inside out...since thats what I was told to do...so now that my outside is the way I want it (for the meantime) im gonna work on my inside ...so I can talk to Him and go to Chicago with no personal baggage. I cant hardly wait *dances around gay-ly* and maybe I'll also find Billy Corgan and tell him im sorry but I didnt know that the there was a backstage pass along with my free tickets, that I hope he did'nt think I stood him up or feel really bad and that I've kicked myself many times because I didnt ask if a pass came with the tickets and also that I would have ripped my brains out trough my nose with a toothpick (much like the Egyptians did in biblical times)just to have the chance to talk to him but maybe it was all the same since I would have been in such a shock and at a loss for words, embarrased, and squealing the way a fat kid squeals for cake which would have rendered me socially retarded for more than a couple of minutes...also I would have probably tried to sniff him maybe even take a bite if for some strange reason I managed to talk to Billy then it would probably been nothing but run-on sentences that within each second would have started to sound like incoherent mumbling
and between "i love you and your work" and "if i wasnt so broke i'd have all your C.D.'s" he most likely would freak out and that would break my heart and then i'd become a bum and try to ease my pain with *rocks* which would lead to my arrest and death in prison after long years of being some ugly girls prison bitch and writing angry letters to "the man" blaming him for what happened...
*Calms down* I think this little "working on myself" process may take a while...Ive got some issues to work through, Bueno creo es todo por esta noche ya estoy cansada...cansada de no hacer nada *_*
for the meantime I leave with this;
*I am what I am, I'll do what I want but I cant hide*
goodnite sheep...baaah! BAAH! BAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!....AAAAHHH....stupid journal making me write my feelings and stuff!
So im trying to organize myself inside out...since thats what I was told to do...so now that my outside is the way I want it (for the meantime) im gonna work on my inside ...so I can talk to Him and go to Chicago with no personal baggage. I cant hardly wait *dances around gay-ly* and maybe I'll also find Billy Corgan and tell him im sorry but I didnt know that the there was a backstage pass along with my free tickets, that I hope he did'nt think I stood him up or feel really bad and that I've kicked myself many times because I didnt ask if a pass came with the tickets and also that I would have ripped my brains out trough my nose with a toothpick (much like the Egyptians did in biblical times)just to have the chance to talk to him but maybe it was all the same since I would have been in such a shock and at a loss for words, embarrased, and squealing the way a fat kid squeals for cake which would have rendered me socially retarded for more than a couple of minutes...also I would have probably tried to sniff him maybe even take a bite if for some strange reason I managed to talk to Billy then it would probably been nothing but run-on sentences that within each second would have started to sound like incoherent mumbling
and between "i love you and your work" and "if i wasnt so broke i'd have all your C.D.'s" he most likely would freak out and that would break my heart and then i'd become a bum and try to ease my pain with *rocks* which would lead to my arrest and death in prison after long years of being some ugly girls prison bitch and writing angry letters to "the man" blaming him for what happened...
*Calms down* I think this little "working on myself" process may take a while...Ive got some issues to work through, Bueno creo es todo por esta noche ya estoy cansada...cansada de no hacer nada *_*
for the meantime I leave with this;
*I am what I am, I'll do what I want but I cant hide*
goodnite sheep...baaah! BAAH! BAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!....AAAAHHH....stupid journal making me write my feelings and stuff!