"The bass/the rock/the mic/the treble/I like my coffee black/just like my metal."
SG has deemed me worthy of consideration. WOOOOOOOP! It will take me a while to get a set done, but I think I have a fabulous idea. I actually have a few fabulous ideas. Stay tuned kiddies...
FYI: Wonder Showzen is 99.7% hilarious.
I can't wait to get paid. I gots to get paper.
I'm digging the new MSI in a big fucking way. It's different than their other stuff...more metal. Less singing. But I like it. The title track is exceptional. But it's hard to out-do FGWSSS.
I stayed up until 1am last night so I could take things into my own hands ifyaknowwhatimean before I went to bed. And now I'm up updating this bad MF. I've been up since 8am. School, arrands, tests, work. Eating and video games and music where I could. I think I'm going to skip HIST-19 tomorrow. I NEVER skip Photo History. Of course it's at 1:30pm. I <3 PHOTO-25.
No work until friday, holla. I'm sure I'll feel better about missing out on "night life" (hahfuckinhah) when I start to get paid. No word from Party City. I'll try again around Halloween. They CAN'T turn me down then...can they? I aspire to retail. I've started thinking about waitressing because I'd be doing essentially the same work, only I'd be getting tips (think Mr. Pink's opening dialogue in Reservior Dogs). I got $3 in tips from people last night at the DRIVE THRU. Because I was nice, I think. Either that or they were so fucked up on whatever that the deliverance of ice cream made me a candidate for patron sainthood in their eyes. That's about half an hour of work in 15 minutes. I could get used to that.
Finances get my capitalistic juices flowing.
I really need a damn haircut, AGAIN. I never know what the fuck to do with my head. I look good with bangs. But I'm bored of them. If the first hair style you ever had was bangs/blunt bob, you'd want to branch out to. I want art student hair. Mod-emo-choppy-edgy-sexy. Maybe bangs and blunt is the only hair I can pull off and enjoy at the same time. I feel like my face is toooooo big when my forehead is exposed. Which is fucking ridiculous. Like anybody gives a shit. I'll do something and whatever. It's not like I'm at a loss of hair.
(No karmic forces, that's NOT an invitation for you to come and take my hair away. Thanks.)
I'm wishing I had taken Spanish instead of French in high school because Spanish is so much more applicable in California.
My lobes won't go to 0ga. Even with a taper and vitamin E oil. I need to tape. But I don't want to fuck around with the teflon tape. Maybe electrical is the answer. Maybe I should just step up and get my tape on.
I want to start exercising again. But I prefer sitting on my ass. Someone pointed out to me that this was normal. Well. Excuses excuses. One of these days Alice, one of these days...my ass will bend quarters, just you wait...
I can't wait to earn a cd player for my car. I'm so god damn tired of Green Day. And 50 Cent. AND FUCK JED THE FISH. What a douchebag.
SG has deemed me worthy of consideration. WOOOOOOOP! It will take me a while to get a set done, but I think I have a fabulous idea. I actually have a few fabulous ideas. Stay tuned kiddies...
FYI: Wonder Showzen is 99.7% hilarious.
I can't wait to get paid. I gots to get paper.
I'm digging the new MSI in a big fucking way. It's different than their other stuff...more metal. Less singing. But I like it. The title track is exceptional. But it's hard to out-do FGWSSS.
I stayed up until 1am last night so I could take things into my own hands ifyaknowwhatimean before I went to bed. And now I'm up updating this bad MF. I've been up since 8am. School, arrands, tests, work. Eating and video games and music where I could. I think I'm going to skip HIST-19 tomorrow. I NEVER skip Photo History. Of course it's at 1:30pm. I <3 PHOTO-25.
No work until friday, holla. I'm sure I'll feel better about missing out on "night life" (hahfuckinhah) when I start to get paid. No word from Party City. I'll try again around Halloween. They CAN'T turn me down then...can they? I aspire to retail. I've started thinking about waitressing because I'd be doing essentially the same work, only I'd be getting tips (think Mr. Pink's opening dialogue in Reservior Dogs). I got $3 in tips from people last night at the DRIVE THRU. Because I was nice, I think. Either that or they were so fucked up on whatever that the deliverance of ice cream made me a candidate for patron sainthood in their eyes. That's about half an hour of work in 15 minutes. I could get used to that.
Finances get my capitalistic juices flowing.
I really need a damn haircut, AGAIN. I never know what the fuck to do with my head. I look good with bangs. But I'm bored of them. If the first hair style you ever had was bangs/blunt bob, you'd want to branch out to. I want art student hair. Mod-emo-choppy-edgy-sexy. Maybe bangs and blunt is the only hair I can pull off and enjoy at the same time. I feel like my face is toooooo big when my forehead is exposed. Which is fucking ridiculous. Like anybody gives a shit. I'll do something and whatever. It's not like I'm at a loss of hair.
(No karmic forces, that's NOT an invitation for you to come and take my hair away. Thanks.)
I'm wishing I had taken Spanish instead of French in high school because Spanish is so much more applicable in California.
My lobes won't go to 0ga. Even with a taper and vitamin E oil. I need to tape. But I don't want to fuck around with the teflon tape. Maybe electrical is the answer. Maybe I should just step up and get my tape on.
I want to start exercising again. But I prefer sitting on my ass. Someone pointed out to me that this was normal. Well. Excuses excuses. One of these days Alice, one of these days...my ass will bend quarters, just you wait...
I can't wait to earn a cd player for my car. I'm so god damn tired of Green Day. And 50 Cent. AND FUCK JED THE FISH. What a douchebag.