jesus tap-dancing christ
Sigh. Things have been pretty mundane lately, but I guess that it’s not too unbearable. I think the reason I seem to view things with such a lackluster approach is because I’ve been grounded a bit lately, and choosing to stay in a lot lately. I’ve noticed that the only thing that seems to make me feel right anymore is art. Seriously, there’s nothing I want to do more than just sit in my room and paint or draw.
For those of you who are wondering what good ol’ Christina did to get grounded, the answer is: NOT A DAMN THING. My sister (the fat one) got into trouble with my mom for nearly losing her job, and my sister decided she wanted the heat to be off of her. So, she decided to divert my mom’s attention by telling her that I was “up ‘til 6 am partying with two guys that I had stay the night (while they were out of town)”. Which is ridiculous. First of all, there was no partying. Not a single illegal substance was present in my home that night. In fact, I went to Alex’s, had a few drinks, and went home. Sam and Brian wanted a place to stay for the night, so of course I let them come to stay the night. In all actuality, Sam passed out around two in the morning, and Brian and I stayed up watching Reservoir Dogs, Tom & Jerry, Cujo, and Tiny Toons. So, yep, lots of partying, right?!
I’m at a complete standstill when it comes to “you know who”, and it seems as though I will be…well…forever. I honestly can’t see anything happening at all, so what’s the point. I will, however continue this stupid, pointless little crush, because there’s nothing else I can do. It’s not like I can just make my heart stop jumping every time he walks in the room, and I can’t just quit staring at him while he plays his bass like a maniac. He makes me really happy, and I guess even if I can’t have him, it’s comforting to know that I have him as a friend.
That’s such a load of shit. I’m not comforted by that at all. In fact, it makes the whole thing worse, because every day, almost every hour, I’m reminded that I don’t have a chance in hell.
For those of you who are wondering what good ol’ Christina did to get grounded, the answer is: NOT A DAMN THING. My sister (the fat one) got into trouble with my mom for nearly losing her job, and my sister decided she wanted the heat to be off of her. So, she decided to divert my mom’s attention by telling her that I was “up ‘til 6 am partying with two guys that I had stay the night (while they were out of town)”. Which is ridiculous. First of all, there was no partying. Not a single illegal substance was present in my home that night. In fact, I went to Alex’s, had a few drinks, and went home. Sam and Brian wanted a place to stay for the night, so of course I let them come to stay the night. In all actuality, Sam passed out around two in the morning, and Brian and I stayed up watching Reservoir Dogs, Tom & Jerry, Cujo, and Tiny Toons. So, yep, lots of partying, right?!
I’m at a complete standstill when it comes to “you know who”, and it seems as though I will be…well…forever. I honestly can’t see anything happening at all, so what’s the point. I will, however continue this stupid, pointless little crush, because there’s nothing else I can do. It’s not like I can just make my heart stop jumping every time he walks in the room, and I can’t just quit staring at him while he plays his bass like a maniac. He makes me really happy, and I guess even if I can’t have him, it’s comforting to know that I have him as a friend.
That’s such a load of shit. I’m not comforted by that at all. In fact, it makes the whole thing worse, because every day, almost every hour, I’m reminded that I don’t have a chance in hell.