***rANdOMNESS IS UNdERRATeD***
is there ever really a legit situation which necessitates the usage of the badass monkeyhead or is it just a celebration of all things random? i like orange juice but not pulp. dark soda makes me feel like each one of my teeth is wearing a little sweater. its nasty. girls don't wear skirts enough. if my mom tells me that if i keep getting tattoos ill never have a decent job and my friends keep complaining that all the preppy assholes getting them make tattoos trendy and played out doesnt that mean that those 2 arguments cancel each other out? after all, those preppy assholes will be my boss someday and if they have tattoos and everyone has tattoos then it won't be taboo and i can get a decent job AND get sleeves and politely ask my mom to shut the fuck up. dude, from now on whenever i see some dork at school with a horrific tattoo like a dolphin wearing a wizard hat or the frat boy special- a superman symbol, rather than sipping the haterade and thinking "well now that shit is gayer than liberace in sequins" as per usual, i will think to myself "thank you sir, that permanently disfiguring atrocity you have marked your flesh with is all part of the process by which my tattoos are made socially acceptable" my grandma says tattoos are for drug dealers, strippers and sailors. sounds like a party to me. i know lots of dorks with tattoos and they are no where near as cool she makes it sound. do you have tattoos? i wanna see your tattoos. show me your tattoos.
wanna know what else makes me happy?
this is some random shit that makes julie happy:
1. talking about myself in the third person
(dont only bob dole and disco stu do that?)
2. finding out that MoralSoldier and AnnieSegall are coming to visit us in a couple weeks!!!
3. the fact that when they do it's gonna be like the coolest chocolate factory ever up in this bitch, eric and josh are gonna have to fight over the pimp suit while i steal the hottest oompa loompa from sixkiller & show him how we do in hollywood.
4. when people come visit me, gives me a chance to brag about how much it fucking rocks socks living here. i'm all the day gloating about california, i love this state like it's MY gorgeous gawdy whore.
J & M ~ ya'll will love it, it kicks texas' ass about 8374387483 times over.
see.....the proof is in the pudding.
WARNING: TANGENT AHEAD...
( - what the fuck does that mean anyway? what pudding? what proof? i sure as fuck don't want any pudding that proves anything besides bill cosby's claims of creamy JELLO chocolate goodness. then again, some sneaky fucker decided to make tapioca pudding look just like vanilla until you mistakenly eat it and find the little chewy booger things (how the fuck do you spell booger?) anyway, the squishy little bastards in tapioca pudding that are proof that A) it sure as fuck isnt vanilla and B) some poor fishies eyeballs are in your goddamn pudding. tapioca pudding, like overalls, sweatpants worn in public and fat chicks in spaghetti straps should be against the law. or against the rules at least.)
but, to make a short story long, the proof of california's kick assness is in this here pudding:
...and thats just my school, not even the cool parts.
i am so avoiding studying for the trig midterm i have tomorrow by doing shit like this. this class may as well have raped me up the ass and then called my mom to brag about it. the last test (on which i earned the impressive score of 17%) was pretty much when i cashed in my chips and called it a loss. this class owned my brain for a week, i studied like mad so when i saw that F it was like the fucking dog from duck hunt that pops up to laugh and mock you right before the words GAME OVER start flashing. and if i fail this class, the little game i like to call " going to UCSB next semester " will indeed be over. fuck me, i have to go study.
just one more outburst of random happy shit:
5. cool member of the day: n8tvegrl
i just discovered her & i heart her muchly
6. bored? and you must be if you've read this far...check out pale_blue_eyes suicideboys set. hes so purdy.
7. a school board in temecula ca just ruled that a high school that banned the reading of shakespeares sonnets (which were adressed to a man and are widely speculated to be homoerotic) was unconstitutional in doing so and the poems have been reinstated to the curriculum. yay! i love little victories...maybe someday fags like me will never have to worry about kissing other girls in public.
dude, how fucking random is this journal entry? on a scale of 2 to 7? i'd say it's about a penguin.
and.....scene. exit stage left, pursued by bear.
(+50 cool kid points if anyone knows what that last line references. plus i'll totally want to make out with you)
is there ever really a legit situation which necessitates the usage of the badass monkeyhead or is it just a celebration of all things random? i like orange juice but not pulp. dark soda makes me feel like each one of my teeth is wearing a little sweater. its nasty. girls don't wear skirts enough. if my mom tells me that if i keep getting tattoos ill never have a decent job and my friends keep complaining that all the preppy assholes getting them make tattoos trendy and played out doesnt that mean that those 2 arguments cancel each other out? after all, those preppy assholes will be my boss someday and if they have tattoos and everyone has tattoos then it won't be taboo and i can get a decent job AND get sleeves and politely ask my mom to shut the fuck up. dude, from now on whenever i see some dork at school with a horrific tattoo like a dolphin wearing a wizard hat or the frat boy special- a superman symbol, rather than sipping the haterade and thinking "well now that shit is gayer than liberace in sequins" as per usual, i will think to myself "thank you sir, that permanently disfiguring atrocity you have marked your flesh with is all part of the process by which my tattoos are made socially acceptable" my grandma says tattoos are for drug dealers, strippers and sailors. sounds like a party to me. i know lots of dorks with tattoos and they are no where near as cool she makes it sound. do you have tattoos? i wanna see your tattoos. show me your tattoos.
wanna know what else makes me happy?
this is some random shit that makes julie happy:
1. talking about myself in the third person
(dont only bob dole and disco stu do that?)
2. finding out that MoralSoldier and AnnieSegall are coming to visit us in a couple weeks!!!
3. the fact that when they do it's gonna be like the coolest chocolate factory ever up in this bitch, eric and josh are gonna have to fight over the pimp suit while i steal the hottest oompa loompa from sixkiller & show him how we do in hollywood.
4. when people come visit me, gives me a chance to brag about how much it fucking rocks socks living here. i'm all the day gloating about california, i love this state like it's MY gorgeous gawdy whore.
J & M ~ ya'll will love it, it kicks texas' ass about 8374387483 times over.
see.....the proof is in the pudding.
WARNING: TANGENT AHEAD...
( - what the fuck does that mean anyway? what pudding? what proof? i sure as fuck don't want any pudding that proves anything besides bill cosby's claims of creamy JELLO chocolate goodness. then again, some sneaky fucker decided to make tapioca pudding look just like vanilla until you mistakenly eat it and find the little chewy booger things (how the fuck do you spell booger?) anyway, the squishy little bastards in tapioca pudding that are proof that A) it sure as fuck isnt vanilla and B) some poor fishies eyeballs are in your goddamn pudding. tapioca pudding, like overalls, sweatpants worn in public and fat chicks in spaghetti straps should be against the law. or against the rules at least.)
but, to make a short story long, the proof of california's kick assness is in this here pudding:
...and thats just my school, not even the cool parts.
i am so avoiding studying for the trig midterm i have tomorrow by doing shit like this. this class may as well have raped me up the ass and then called my mom to brag about it. the last test (on which i earned the impressive score of 17%) was pretty much when i cashed in my chips and called it a loss. this class owned my brain for a week, i studied like mad so when i saw that F it was like the fucking dog from duck hunt that pops up to laugh and mock you right before the words GAME OVER start flashing. and if i fail this class, the little game i like to call " going to UCSB next semester " will indeed be over. fuck me, i have to go study.
just one more outburst of random happy shit:
5. cool member of the day: n8tvegrl
i just discovered her & i heart her muchly
6. bored? and you must be if you've read this far...check out pale_blue_eyes suicideboys set. hes so purdy.
7. a school board in temecula ca just ruled that a high school that banned the reading of shakespeares sonnets (which were adressed to a man and are widely speculated to be homoerotic) was unconstitutional in doing so and the poems have been reinstated to the curriculum. yay! i love little victories...maybe someday fags like me will never have to worry about kissing other girls in public.
dude, how fucking random is this journal entry? on a scale of 2 to 7? i'd say it's about a penguin.
and.....scene. exit stage left, pursued by bear.
(+50 cool kid points if anyone knows what that last line references. plus i'll totally want to make out with you)
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