I'm so bored and I keep wanting to blame everyone else, but it's my fault. Every god damn Saturday, I sit in my apartment, listen to music, do some sort of art, and watch movies. I'm not being the typical 21 year old I should be. But even though there are 3 bars no more than 50 ft away from me, I don't wanna go. I can't really blame my friends (more like people i see every other month or so and we say hi) for having something to do other than coming to get me. I should have my car in working condition. It still sucks being basically stranded at home on a saturday and none of your friends have the time to stop by. I've looking around peoples myspaces to see whats new with my friends. That's how I know. Fucking Myspace. And this is what I found:
Christa, the stupid fat lesbian (not all lesbians are mentally retarded. just her) is going to Waffle House with some people and Christian. I want to go see Christian but Waffle House is on the other side of town, past the freeway.
Chris' finace is still massively obsessed with hating me and posts endless blogs of just the worst pictures of Chris I've ever seen. She has a puzzle of him on her profile. A fucking puzzle. Being paranoid and lonley, I take the excessive pictures and "lyke omgz i love my finace" posts as kind of a fuck you to me cause I never see him anymore cause she's stuck up his ass.
Jennifer turns 21 on the 26th. But she can buy alcohol without being checked for I.D.
So yeah. I'm bored and angry. But I'll get over it, read this post, and wonder why I was so pissy to begin with. After all, I do have pot, a carton of cigarettes, pizzas in the freezer, and a now white coffee table that is a perfect clean slate for my drawing and painting pleasure. So I guess things could be worse. I just miss people. But everyone I talk to here in Marysville lately seem retarded. Seriously. The conversations I have with people lately are just boring and ignorant. and I think there's someone in my hallway. Cause it's Saturday and my hallway is where drunk people get lost and forget how to get back outside. Unfortuneately, my back door has stopped locking. And I'm now extremely paranoid. Later.
Christa, the stupid fat lesbian (not all lesbians are mentally retarded. just her) is going to Waffle House with some people and Christian. I want to go see Christian but Waffle House is on the other side of town, past the freeway.
Chris' finace is still massively obsessed with hating me and posts endless blogs of just the worst pictures of Chris I've ever seen. She has a puzzle of him on her profile. A fucking puzzle. Being paranoid and lonley, I take the excessive pictures and "lyke omgz i love my finace" posts as kind of a fuck you to me cause I never see him anymore cause she's stuck up his ass.
Jennifer turns 21 on the 26th. But she can buy alcohol without being checked for I.D.
So yeah. I'm bored and angry. But I'll get over it, read this post, and wonder why I was so pissy to begin with. After all, I do have pot, a carton of cigarettes, pizzas in the freezer, and a now white coffee table that is a perfect clean slate for my drawing and painting pleasure. So I guess things could be worse. I just miss people. But everyone I talk to here in Marysville lately seem retarded. Seriously. The conversations I have with people lately are just boring and ignorant. and I think there's someone in my hallway. Cause it's Saturday and my hallway is where drunk people get lost and forget how to get back outside. Unfortuneately, my back door has stopped locking. And I'm now extremely paranoid. Later.
punknitemike:
lemme come pick ya up next friday & take ya to bernies with me! it will be st. patty's day, so whaddya say? come enjoy some punk rock with us!