Okayy so I'm having one of those moments again where I am completely aware I must blog.
but I just don't have the heart to do more work than needed?
[Not that this is hard work... I like doing this otherwise I wouldn't.... AHH I don't know... just lazy, I guess.]
omg.
this chick.
this weemo.
has the weird urge,
nay,
the impudence,
to sit there with a safety pin in chorus, with a ring of people around her trying to cheer her up, trying to inflict pain upon herself.[cut herself.]
yea.
long story short,
she's a classic effing crybaby.
lets further investigate:
[I went to school with her my whole life, I have the right to JUDGE!]
1st-7th grade: obsessed with cute puppies and ponies.
8th grade: likes the word penis, and thinks it's HILARIOUS to make sexual references at all times possible.
9th grade?: well it's looking like she's pretty much, just a retard.
look I'm sorry.
I know I shouldn't be kickin people when they're down,
but its people like her that make me hate the human being in general.
the psychology,
our brains,
everything.
ugh i need to not talk about that right now.
i need something happy....
ooo!
5 things that make me happy!
1) the callusii (callususes? caliseese? well, what would you suggest?) you get when you play the guitar.
2)not using the tights on my feet when I'm in ballet class.
3)listening to your iPod with comfy, quality earphones, and know that nobody knows you are.
4)writing a song. [okay,i haven't written one yet, but when I do. It'll probably be the best thing since animal crackers in my soup.]
5)the Internet in it's entirety. along with nerds flurrys and cheesy gordita crunches from taco bell. *fantasizes about poser mexican eats*
yeawn.
good night.
at least i was a little positive,
huh?
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