several very important matters.
one. the day before Easter, my older brother found an M&M that said simply "I". somebody tell me if this means something, like, was this a cry for help, or, what.
is chocolate really better in color?
two. there is a distinct reason why Kelly is one of my favorite damn gorgeous bitches in the entire world. she is my thousands-of-miles-away-not-romantic-soul-mate-of-the-apocalypse. she lives in CT and I live in MN, but we are on the same MENSTRUAL SCHEDULE. not only that, but we are both having some of the worst blood-boilin' PMS of our lives.
anyway, what I'm trying to get at is that I love her because she used the word "syzygy" to describe the situation.
I'm really fuckin hungry.
and my eye won't stop twitching lately. stress? stress? STRESS, ME, NO, never. I don't get stressed. ((and the townspeople that day did laugh a hearty laugh at the raging sarcasm to which they were witness.))
yeah, I'm funny, I have a crush on myself.
also, I am making enemies by calling them "pretentious assholes" even though I've never been known to have anything AGAINST pretentious assholes. and then they say, archly, "maybe with some practice I can graduate to hipster artfag" and then pretend the whole thing never happened.
I spent the entirety of Lit Theory today passing notes ((huzzah for my prepubescent ways)) with my big jerk friend, who also made a point of attacking my arm with his stupid pen whenever possible, and because I am the stereotypical passive-aggressive Minnesotan, at the end of the hour I yelled something about how he was a "MISOGYNISTIC RACIST" and promptly fled the premises.
consequently I have been accused of racism for interpreting his words as racist. I think I had a dream about making out with this kid last night, which should bother me, but over the past couple weeks I have been overtaken with absolute mindnumbing apathy.
a Metallica song doth come to mind?
emptiness is filling me
to the point of agony
wow, Jaymz, like, wow. you're so like, deep and shit.
you know, though, I really don't have anything against Metallica except they are just.. nowhere near as great as they think they are. in middle school they were ALL I listened to. Metallica, and Nirvana, and.. Offspring. then I realized I wanted to be a hippie poseur and procured a lot of greatest hits albums by old bands that have been inducted into the CANON OF BRILLIANT MUSIC omfg.
yep. so. yeah. I pretty much need to be slapped. or hugged. I would settle for a hug. and then I'd get all emo about it. and then you'd have no choice but to slap me. so I guess it all works out in the end.
one. the day before Easter, my older brother found an M&M that said simply "I". somebody tell me if this means something, like, was this a cry for help, or, what.
is chocolate really better in color?
two. there is a distinct reason why Kelly is one of my favorite damn gorgeous bitches in the entire world. she is my thousands-of-miles-away-not-romantic-soul-mate-of-the-apocalypse. she lives in CT and I live in MN, but we are on the same MENSTRUAL SCHEDULE. not only that, but we are both having some of the worst blood-boilin' PMS of our lives.
anyway, what I'm trying to get at is that I love her because she used the word "syzygy" to describe the situation.
I'm really fuckin hungry.
and my eye won't stop twitching lately. stress? stress? STRESS, ME, NO, never. I don't get stressed. ((and the townspeople that day did laugh a hearty laugh at the raging sarcasm to which they were witness.))
yeah, I'm funny, I have a crush on myself.
also, I am making enemies by calling them "pretentious assholes" even though I've never been known to have anything AGAINST pretentious assholes. and then they say, archly, "maybe with some practice I can graduate to hipster artfag" and then pretend the whole thing never happened.
I spent the entirety of Lit Theory today passing notes ((huzzah for my prepubescent ways)) with my big jerk friend, who also made a point of attacking my arm with his stupid pen whenever possible, and because I am the stereotypical passive-aggressive Minnesotan, at the end of the hour I yelled something about how he was a "MISOGYNISTIC RACIST" and promptly fled the premises.
consequently I have been accused of racism for interpreting his words as racist. I think I had a dream about making out with this kid last night, which should bother me, but over the past couple weeks I have been overtaken with absolute mindnumbing apathy.
a Metallica song doth come to mind?
emptiness is filling me
to the point of agony
wow, Jaymz, like, wow. you're so like, deep and shit.
you know, though, I really don't have anything against Metallica except they are just.. nowhere near as great as they think they are. in middle school they were ALL I listened to. Metallica, and Nirvana, and.. Offspring. then I realized I wanted to be a hippie poseur and procured a lot of greatest hits albums by old bands that have been inducted into the CANON OF BRILLIANT MUSIC omfg.
yep. so. yeah. I pretty much need to be slapped. or hugged. I would settle for a hug. and then I'd get all emo about it. and then you'd have no choice but to slap me. so I guess it all works out in the end.
so here goes
*hugs*
wow.. and no emo-ness... thank god for that!