Friday, August 13, 2004
Posted at 12:44 am by Cynic
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
What would you do if I died tomorrow?
Posted at 12:05 am by Cynic
Monday, August 09, 2004
Eden got her tongue pierced. Go Eden baby go! An early one year anniversary present from her boyfriend. Damn, I need a boyfriend who will buy me piercings. Preferably a tongue stud, because that shit is expensive. Of course, my mother would take tweezers and rip it straight out of my tongue, so that isn't an option until I'm sixteen...
Britney Spears is not pretty. She has an amazing body that I will never be able to achieve, but her face is not good looking. Maybe one of the reasons why I don't think she is pretty is because the girl has no class. Beauty isn't only how you look, it's how you carry yourself and how much you respect yourself through your actions. She married a guy for a day, is currently set to marry a man who's girlfriend is pregnant with their second child, and she SMOKES. ew. I can see why guys like her and everything, but she just seems like such a waste of a six-pack.
If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad. If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad? (Sheryl Crow is my guilty pleasure).
Posted at 07:22 pm by Cynic
Sunday, August 08, 2004
Born in the wrong place at the wrong time
My gramma fell again. Now not only does she have a baseball sized bruise on her forehead, but a black eye and various bruises on her face.
There is no god.
I want to go back to the days of feeling pretty and care-free and rolling down the hill and playing around and being stupid. I hate to complain, but yeah, you know the story of my summer.
I'm trying to be optimistic. Bunnies running through a field. I miss people. Blah.
...I just want to feel normal again. BE normal. I want to feel anything, please.
Posted at 07:04 pm by Cynic
Saturday, August 07, 2004
I saw The Festival Express today. Amazing movie. Truly. Janis Joplin rocked my world.
I've been such a sloth these last few days, just lying around and doing nothing. I'm so mellow lately. BUT I have a job later this summer right before camp. I'm going to work at the special needs drama camp again! The pay is quite good, and I get to see all my special needs friends (I love these kids soooo much).
I'm staying in bed all day tomorrow.
Posted at 11:21 pm by Cynic
Friday, August 06, 2004
I am such a dork for updating everyday. Meh, what can you do.
Today was a lie in bed and eat veggie pizza and do nothing day. Excellent.
My parents are coming home tonight, and it's about time because I miss my David Bowie CD and my cat.
Garden State is out *Zach Braff please report to my pants for a private screening* So I must see that soon. It's a good excuse to meet up with friends I haven't seen in a while.
I have a stalker. Seriously, who wants to sign up to be my bodyguards, because I think one day I will come home and he'll be sitting in my living room in his underwear holding a gun...
I know whenever I do countdowns to things I am excited for I usually jinx everything up, but... Days until camp: 23.
Being a female is such high matinence. Really, if you have a penis you really have no clue what we do everyday.
Posted at 03:23 pm by Cynic
Thursday, August 05, 2004
The Village *cue scary music*
Monica and I saw The Village. I won't spoil it, but it's a weird movie. We're talking like BLOWING YOUR MIND here. Whoa. I still don't know if I enjoyed it or not. Can you believe they didn't have Sour Patch Kids at the theatre? I bought some sour Jolly Ranchers, but it just wasn't the same. Moo and I considered throwing the orange flavoured ones at the loud girls behind us.
Some people hate me so much that they make threads on websites about that a bitch I am! Ha! I HAVE ARRIVED. I'm like Miss Popular OH MY GOD BECKY!
I am never wearing eye liner to a scary movie again.
Do you think I should go to the Warped Tour?
Posted at 07:45 pm by Cynic
And once again, life is confusing. My happiness was short lived. Blah. Blah blah blah.
I am going to see The Village tomorrow and pee my pants and eat Sour Patch Kids.
I painted my toe nails yellow, and they are the only happy thing right now.
I want to do a spirit assembly this year. That would be so cool. Except I'd actually have to practise guitar. Smashing Pumpkins bass parts are easy as your sister though, so that's rockin'.
I'm praying for NYC.
I should have been a member of an 80s pop band. They're so glamorous it's almost blinding.
Oh look at my face
My name is might have been
My name is never was
My name's forgotten
Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you've really made it
Hey, there's only us left now
Well I'm off to play the power chords that is Celebrity Skin.
Posted at 12:18 am by Cynic
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I AM HOME! My brain is currently going "*&($&$@*&&$^@^$^$*#$#" because I am SO happy to be back. I'm basically home for the rest of the summer, until camp the last week of August. AND I'm home ALONE bitches! Well, my two aunts are staying with me, but they're out all day looking after my gramma. So the next two days can be really FUN if I have company. Is anyone home?
Send me a carrier pigeon or something. But I can't promise you it will ever come back.
I've been writing again! Yay for writing! It's HOT HOT HOT I tell you.
Well I'm hyper. I must go shave my legs now. SEND ME A NOTE ON YOUR CARRIER PIGEON YOU FEINDS!
Bye.
Posted at 12:46 pm by Cynic
Sunday, August 01, 2004
How about one last rant for the road, eh?
I hate boys. Not all boys, but THOSE boys. Idiot boys. More specifically one idiot boy, but that doesn't matter now. I'm gone for vacation, and I'm free of all problems plauging me in the city. But you know what I love? Fake people. Fake people who are self-proclaimed INTELLECTUALS and decide that:
#1. They are God-sent "intellectuals" sent to save the dumbasses of the world when they are really depressive semi-smart kids who merely have no friends.
#2. They take it upon themselves to decide who fits their ideal of smart and who doesn't. They also have no problem whatsoever about telling this person about what they think because OBVIOUSLY they have that power... THEY'RE A FUCKING INTELLECTUAL! They are CLEARLY smarter than everyone else because they sit at the computer for 195892803 hours everyday.
I may not be the world's greatest writer, and I may not be the smartest girl in school, but I TRY. I'm taking the bloody PSATS next year so I at least have the OPTION to go to a school outside the country. I'm not a high school drop out who likes to brag to others *cough we all know who I'm talking about* about their 120+ IQ. What good is a 120+ IQ when:
a) you have no friends and therefor no one to brag to.
b) You're a high school drop out. GO BACK TO SCHOOL AND USE YOUR GOD DAMN KNOWLEDGE.
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. My house however, is made of brick, and we have a rock garden in the back yard, so watch out.
I hate to say it but they're all the same, thinking everybody knows their name. But how could they break my heart if I can't even tell them apart? - The Donnas
All I can say is Grrrr. Have a good week! *kisskiss
Posted at 10:06 am by Cynic
