About Me
Pensive, sarcastic, passionate, spontaneous, dedicated, slightly depressed at times, full time purveyor of awesome phrases and noises, plain silly, a sucker for romance, in relentless pursuit of happiness.
I Love
Punk and heavy metal, reading short stories (Edgar Allan Poe is the mast-ah!!), the way it smells outside after it rains, not having homework, hanging with my friends, hearing a favorite song on the radio while driving, sunsets in the summer, '71 Chevelles (car, but the band too), Tony Blair, my family and friends, acting stupid and being sarcastic, and last but not least, Firenze (Stine), and my ridiculously hot boyfriend- The Sex Machine.
I Hate
Most likely you, people who doubt my abilities, ignorance, fake tans, Nextels, intolerance, most types of pop music (except for Sean Paul, which is reggae anyway...), rap music, the winter, boy feet, smelly people, bacteria, unclean conditions, spiders, when people who can't sing choose to do so really loudly.
Lovlies
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It feels weird to lose friends...some people you thought would always be there for you. And yet we go on with the facade.
I need to make new friends...fast. I'm so lame where do you even make new friends at this point. I probably won't see anyone from college after I graduate, so I need to make new friends from home. But where? HA, that sounds so weird in writing. I don't go out to clubs, I don't belong in any societies or social clubs, all I did was hang out with my "friends." I need to get out and do something really different- ha! I need a job. All I feel like I have left is my boyfriend and 2 other close friends. No, that's pretty much all I have left. (I secretely think all of my other friends hate me) No joke, I really think that's it.
Oh yeah, just in time for my return to school, my ass clown of a mother starts the "you shouldn't be with your boyfriend shit." Now my dad decided to join in. "He's like a pair of old jeans- comforting. And you don't want to move on to the Versaces." And then he went on to say how he never sees me and everytime I look at him, it's with no emotion. And then my mom says I never do anything with them, to which my dad says that they never do anything anyway- they just lament. For once, my dad got it right. No one wants to be around them because they're judgemental. And hurtful. And prejudiced. And evert other hurtful adjective you can think of. I love how they think they know what the fucks going on inside my head...they know my psychology. My dad doesn't know two fucks what he's talking about. I WANT TO BE WITH MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE I LOVE HIM...NOT BECAUSE THE RELATIONSHIP IS COMFORTING. I say this over and over and they just don't hear it. I really hate them, that's why I'm never home. I used to like my dad, and now he's turning into a less potent version of my mom, so I guess when I look at him I don't show any emotion. Because I don't trust him, I don't enjoy his company. This shit is so old, and they always find a way to make me feel like it's my fault, which is exactly what my therapist said it is not. That's why I'm stressed all the time she says, because I put other people's problems on myself- this is my parents problem, not mine. It's my fuckin life, I can't wait to go back to school, graduate, and then move out cause I hate them.