I am a simpleton by choice, not speaking to hear my voice
Well, it's almost 6 in the Am, and because of my more than usual cosumption of Coke today, I am NOT asleep.
I'm angry, too.
Angry at sluts, first off. People like Alix Bressler (if you've seen her facebook pictures, you know what I mean), who attend tanning beds every day of their natural existence and who take 45 minutes putting on makeup. (I know a few of you, don't lie to yourselves.)
I'm angry that I'm not in college. For obvious reasons like being away from home, etc., but also because i'm becoming so fucking bored. I was looking at MTSU's webpage tonight out of sheer bordam, and stumbled across pictures of the dorm I was assigned to. Seeing the lobby and rooms and stuff...SHIT I want to be there. It's like I miss the place, even though I've only been there once.
And most of all, I'm angry because I am not in a personal relationship with 311. And these are some reasons why:
First of all, Chad Sexton, why are you so pretty?
The only Mexican I'd ever bang.
Nick, you're a tool. Tim, you're fuckin weird. P-Nut, you're a scraight-up badass.
Who doesn't want to meet and be a part of these people's lives?
After looking through most of their picture galleries, I started to feel like I was looking at real pictures. Then I snapped back and got angry because, "Oh, wait, these people are a part of an extremely famous band and I'll never get to meet them. Awesome."
Ugh, I feel shitty and I want to go to bed. Good morning.