my rant first-I’m so fucking over hearing about the prom.
just b/c you get to go to yours doesn’t mean it’s the only thing you can physically talk about for days on end.
get the fuck over it-you managed to have a poor excuse to ask out some doffy crush you’ve had since “last semester” and you managed to get them agree to go with you b/c it is socially unacceptable to be without a “date” when, really, it’s either your real special someone, or in most cases, it’s some perosn who agreed to get all dressed up for this fallacy of a night and sit next to you for a while in a car, take ridiculous amounts of photos with-b/c since you’re not really dating, these are the only ones you’ll have of “each other, together”-and maybe dance through one, possibly two songs with. what the fuck is the big deal? I see what olivia means about friends who are still in high school.
they’re so involved with the asinine self-preservation & social needs bullshit & they’re so self-involved. I hate this-having my only friends being able to see me rarely ever-discluding tiffie, nick, and livi. everyone else just says they give a shit when they see me b/c they’ll feel bad about themselves for hurting a friend. I’m sooooooooo making new friends now. I’m over it to the extreme.
unless you really wish to remain friends & get over yourself, b/c to be honest, I’m over the whole high school state of mind, then please, fucking call. I don’t know everyone’s goddamned busy schedules.
I want everyone to know, even if you are the ones who have hurt me & pissed me the fuck off, if you had something come up, like a performance, I made the fucking time to see you-I made damn sure I supported you, even though I’m not a student anymore.
So, y’know, I’m tired of being falsely wished at events. I don’t care if the amount of invitees to any party I have soon is small, I know it’ll feel like more b/c they’re my honest-to-god friends. the others were fake as hell. thanks for the lies, you pricks. I’m gonna delete a lot of people on my sites b/c I’m simply tired of even hearing about you.
now, my weekend.
firstly, my new schedules at work have been as follows :for wednesday, thursday, and friday- 7:00am-3:00pm.
my wonderful cousin rebekah called me this past thursday (in case you’re too concerned with prom, to let you know, this was the thursday BEFORE your damn prom) to ask me if I’d like to go with her to go see Nickelback & Breaking Benjamin and the forgotten name of the other opening band. I said sure-so we scheduled to go friday (before fucking prom).
then, friday rolls along, and as it turns out, Chad, lead singer of Nickelback has laryngitis. So, the show has been postponed until thursday (after your stupid prom). But she comes over to hang anyhow. B/c she had her shit packed in her car anyways, and she found out about the show on her morning commute to work, she was able to spend the night anyways (she was going to stay the night b/c it’d be late as hell when we got back and it was in gwinnett and she lives in cartersville). I introduced her to the almighty ways of guitar hero, and the men got home. we all hung out for a bit, then, we all played apples to apples after bekah decided to teach basic ballet steps to both Jimmy & I-that was hilarious. Then, it was late, and jimmy needed a ride home, and we had coupons for steak n shake, and had cravings as well. so, road trip! kinda… anyways, we got to steak n shake at 1:30am, and hung out there, and shot the shit & such. then we dropped jimmy off at like 2:45am, and borrowed a movie.
we got back, and set up my room, began to watch underworld one b/c bekah hadn’t seen it-30 minutes in, we both konked out.
at around 10:00am the next day, I managed to hear my phone tell me I had a missed call & voicemail. I listen, and it’s nick.
he tells me that the “metting tiffie, he and I had scheduled already” is today and he’ll be here in 30 minutes. I’m not even awake when I holler “WHAT?!” and run downstairs and skid into the living room to address my mom. “Hey, mooooom, I/uh *slurred and tired speak* didn’t know about this but nick & tiffie are coming over in a bit to have an administrator meeting for the rhps party i’m sorry.”
“ok, just take your meds, hun”
lol. so, I run to straighten up my face a bit. Nick comes with pancakes. It was awesome. then tiffie got here and we had a dorkfest in the dining room with bekah. now, bekah’s invited. lol. we discussed budget shit & foods, makeup, and costuming needs, and changes in cast. we’re being SERIOUS about it this time. brb-dishes.
ok, back. anyways, bekah had to leave for dance. then, when I got a hold of jimmy, Tiffie had to go for prom crud. We (nick & I) picked up jimmy, took him to the bank so he could cash a couple of checks. Then, we made a quick trip to target b/c nick needed costume stuff for his school stuff. then, he had to go, and Jimmy & I were basically left all alone b/c about 30 minutes after nick left, my mom had to leave to take my grandmama to a doctor’s appt (in COLLEGE PARK), so she was gone, and Jimmy & I had the house to ourselves. We jammed REALLY loud on guitar, and I ordered Chinese, he ordered a pizza. then, once we got all our food situated, we watched the crow, b/c last time I saw it, I was too young to understand a damn thing & too young to remember really any of it. omg, it’s so fucking SAD. I cried for 45 minutes straight afterward, and I had been crying through half of the film. I got sick b/c of all the crying I did. and the fact that the crow did go back to death in the end, and SO DID BRANDON LEE made me cry even more. I was pitiful.
I can’t watch the movie again. no matter how great it was-I’ll get ill every time I see it. then, mark got home and was an asshole, as per usual. Then I played GH II with Jimmy, and then got yelled at by mark. finally, at like 9:00pm, my mom fucking got home. mark yelled and jimmy AND I for playing in his living room for too long. I packed my shit, and spent the night at jimmy’s. When I was saying goodnight to my mom in the car, she asked me if he had been a prick all day. I said, “Mom, he’s a cockpouch.”
she lost it. Jimmy said, “You can call him an asshair, since that’s possibly the only hair he has left.”
and then we hung out, and I had to take a small nap to get rid of my big migrane symptoms.
next day, jimmy & I hung out for a bit, then decided to see the 4:45 showing of 300.
we walked to the place, saw sarah, talked for a bit, then we saw 300. walked to boston market, then I had to walk home & then I went to bed, after all the walking in the cold stuff.
but it was an overall awesome weekend b/c jimmy & I haven’t been able to hang in a week, so we got a weekend.
it was nice. and I see bekah again thursday.
woot!!!!
see ya.
my rant first-I’m so fucking over hearing about the prom.
just b/c you get to go to yours doesn’t mean it’s the only thing you can physically talk about for days on end.
get the fuck over it-you managed to have a poor excuse to ask out some doffy crush you’ve had since “last semester” and you managed to get them agree to go with you b/c it is socially unacceptable to be without a “date” when, really, it’s either your real special someone, or in most cases, it’s some perosn who agreed to get all dressed up for this fallacy of a night and sit next to you for a while in a car, take ridiculous amounts of photos with-b/c since you’re not really dating, these are the only ones you’ll have of “each other, together”-and maybe dance through one, possibly two songs with. what the fuck is the big deal? I see what olivia means about friends who are still in high school.
they’re so involved with the asinine self-preservation & social needs bullshit & they’re so self-involved. I hate this-having my only friends being able to see me rarely ever-discluding tiffie, nick, and livi. everyone else just says they give a shit when they see me b/c they’ll feel bad about themselves for hurting a friend. I’m sooooooooo making new friends now. I’m over it to the extreme.
unless you really wish to remain friends & get over yourself, b/c to be honest, I’m over the whole high school state of mind, then please, fucking call. I don’t know everyone’s goddamned busy schedules.
I want everyone to know, even if you are the ones who have hurt me & pissed me the fuck off, if you had something come up, like a performance, I made the fucking time to see you-I made damn sure I supported you, even though I’m not a student anymore.
So, y’know, I’m tired of being falsely wished at events. I don’t care if the amount of invitees to any party I have soon is small, I know it’ll feel like more b/c they’re my honest-to-god friends. the others were fake as hell. thanks for the lies, you pricks. I’m gonna delete a lot of people on my sites b/c I’m simply tired of even hearing about you.
now, my weekend.
firstly, my new schedules at work have been as follows :for wednesday, thursday, and friday- 7:00am-3:00pm.
my wonderful cousin rebekah called me this past thursday (in case you’re too concerned with prom, to let you know, this was the thursday BEFORE your damn prom) to ask me if I’d like to go with her to go see Nickelback & Breaking Benjamin and the forgotten name of the other opening band. I said sure-so we scheduled to go friday (before fucking prom).
then, friday rolls along, and as it turns out, Chad, lead singer of Nickelback has laryngitis. So, the show has been postponed until thursday (after your stupid prom). But she comes over to hang anyhow. B/c she had her shit packed in her car anyways, and she found out about the show on her morning commute to work, she was able to spend the night anyways (she was going to stay the night b/c it’d be late as hell when we got back and it was in gwinnett and she lives in cartersville). I introduced her to the almighty ways of guitar hero, and the men got home. we all hung out for a bit, then, we all played apples to apples after bekah decided to teach basic ballet steps to both Jimmy & I-that was hilarious. Then, it was late, and jimmy needed a ride home, and we had coupons for steak n shake, and had cravings as well. so, road trip! kinda… anyways, we got to steak n shake at 1:30am, and hung out there, and shot the shit & such. then we dropped jimmy off at like 2:45am, and borrowed a movie.
we got back, and set up my room, began to watch underworld one b/c bekah hadn’t seen it-30 minutes in, we both konked out.
at around 10:00am the next day, I managed to hear my phone tell me I had a missed call & voicemail. I listen, and it’s nick.
he tells me that the “metting tiffie, he and I had scheduled already” is today and he’ll be here in 30 minutes. I’m not even awake when I holler “WHAT?!” and run downstairs and skid into the living room to address my mom. “Hey, mooooom, I/uh *slurred and tired speak* didn’t know about this but nick & tiffie are coming over in a bit to have an administrator meeting for the rhps party i’m sorry.”
“ok, just take your meds, hun”
lol. so, I run to straighten up my face a bit. Nick comes with pancakes. It was awesome. then tiffie got here and we had a dorkfest in the dining room with bekah. now, bekah’s invited. lol. we discussed budget shit & foods, makeup, and costuming needs, and changes in cast. we’re being SERIOUS about it this time. brb-dishes.
ok, back. anyways, bekah had to leave for dance. then, when I got a hold of jimmy, Tiffie had to go for prom crud. We (nick & I) picked up jimmy, took him to the bank so he could cash a couple of checks. Then, we made a quick trip to target b/c nick needed costume stuff for his school stuff. then, he had to go, and Jimmy & I were basically left all alone b/c about 30 minutes after nick left, my mom had to leave to take my grandmama to a doctor’s appt (in COLLEGE PARK), so she was gone, and Jimmy & I had the house to ourselves. We jammed REALLY loud on guitar, and I ordered Chinese, he ordered a pizza. then, once we got all our food situated, we watched the crow, b/c last time I saw it, I was too young to understand a damn thing & too young to remember really any of it. omg, it’s so fucking SAD. I cried for 45 minutes straight afterward, and I had been crying through half of the film. I got sick b/c of all the crying I did. and the fact that the crow did go back to death in the end, and SO DID BRANDON LEE made me cry even more. I was pitiful.
I can’t watch the movie again. no matter how great it was-I’ll get ill every time I see it. then, mark got home and was an asshole, as per usual. Then I played GH II with Jimmy, and then got yelled at by mark. finally, at like 9:00pm, my mom fucking got home. mark yelled and jimmy AND I for playing in his living room for too long. I packed my shit, and spent the night at jimmy’s. When I was saying goodnight to my mom in the car, she asked me if he had been a prick all day. I said, “Mom, he’s a cockpouch.”
she lost it. Jimmy said, “You can call him an asshair, since that’s possibly the only hair he has left.”
and then we hung out, and I had to take a small nap to get rid of my big migrane symptoms.
next day, jimmy & I hung out for a bit, then decided to see the 4:45 showing of 300.
we walked to the place, saw sarah, talked for a bit, then we saw 300. walked to boston market, then I had to walk home & then I went to bed, after all the walking in the cold stuff.
but it was an overall awesome weekend b/c jimmy & I haven’t been able to hang in a week, so we got a weekend.
it was nice. and I see bekah again thursday.
woot!!!!
see ya.
my rant first-I’m so fucking over hearing about the prom.
just b/c you get to go to yours doesn’t mean it’s the only thing you can physically talk about for days on end.
get the fuck over it-you managed to have a poor excuse to ask out some doffy crush you’ve had since “last semester” and you managed to get them agree to go with you b/c it is socially unacceptable to be without a “date” when, really, it’s either your real special someone, or in most cases, it’s some perosn who agreed to get all dressed up for this fallacy of a night and sit next to you for a while in a car, take ridiculous amounts of photos with-b/c since you’re not really dating, these are the only ones you’ll have of “each other, together”-and maybe dance through one, possibly two songs with. what the fuck is the big deal? I see what olivia means about friends who are still in high school.
they’re so involved with the asinine self-preservation & social needs bullshit & they’re so self-involved. I hate this-having my only friends being able to see me rarely ever-discluding tiffie, nick, and livi. everyone else just says they give a shit when they see me b/c they’ll feel bad about themselves for hurting a friend. I’m sooooooooo making new friends now. I’m over it to the extreme.
unless you really wish to remain friends & get over yourself, b/c to be honest, I’m over the whole high school state of mind, then please, fucking call. I don’t know everyone’s goddamned busy schedules.
I want everyone to know, even if you are the ones who have hurt me & pissed me the fuck off, if you had something come up, like a performance, I made the fucking time to see you-I made damn sure I supported you, even though I’m not a student anymore.
So, y’know, I’m tired of being falsely wished at events. I don’t care if the amount of invitees to any party I have soon is small, I know it’ll feel like more b/c they’re my honest-to-god friends. the others were fake as hell. thanks for the lies, you pricks. I’m gonna delete a lot of people on my sites b/c I’m simply tired of even hearing about you.
now, my weekend.
firstly, my new schedules at work have been as follows :for wednesday, thursday, and friday- 7:00am-3:00pm.
my wonderful cousin rebekah called me this past thursday (in case you’re too concerned with prom, to let you know, this was the thursday BEFORE your damn prom) to ask me if I’d like to go with her to go see Nickelback & Breaking Benjamin and the forgotten name of the other opening band. I said sure-so we scheduled to go friday (before fucking prom).
then, friday rolls along, and as it turns out, Chad, lead singer of Nickelback has laryngitis. So, the show has been postponed until thursday (after your stupid prom). But she comes over to hang anyhow. B/c she had her shit packed in her car anyways, and she found out about the show on her morning commute to work, she was able to spend the night anyways (she was going to stay the night b/c it’d be late as hell when we got back and it was in gwinnett and she lives in cartersville). I introduced her to the almighty ways of guitar hero, and the men got home. we all hung out for a bit, then, we all played apples to apples after bekah decided to teach basic ballet steps to both Jimmy & I-that was hilarious. Then, it was late, and jimmy needed a ride home, and we had coupons for steak n shake, and had cravings as well. so, road trip! kinda… anyways, we got to steak n shake at 1:30am, and hung out there, and shot the shit & such. then we dropped jimmy off at like 2:45am, and borrowed a movie.
we got back, and set up my room, began to watch underworld one b/c bekah hadn’t seen it-30 minutes in, we both konked out.
at around 10:00am the next day, I managed to hear my phone tell me I had a missed call & voicemail. I listen, and it’s nick.
he tells me that the “metting tiffie, he and I had scheduled already” is today and he’ll be here in 30 minutes. I’m not even awake when I holler “WHAT?!” and run downstairs and skid into the living room to address my mom. “Hey, mooooom, I/uh *slurred and tired speak* didn’t know about this but nick & tiffie are coming over in a bit to have an administrator meeting for the rhps party i’m sorry.”
“ok, just take your meds, hun”
lol. so, I run to straighten up my face a bit. Nick comes with pancakes. It was awesome. then tiffie got here and we had a dorkfest in the dining room with bekah. now, bekah’s invited. lol. we discussed budget shit & foods, makeup, and costuming needs, and changes in cast. we’re being SERIOUS about it this time. brb-dishes.
ok, back. anyways, bekah had to leave for dance. then, when I got a hold of jimmy, Tiffie had to go for prom crud. We (nick & I) picked up jimmy, took him to the bank so he could cash a couple of checks. Then, we made a quick trip to target b/c nick needed costume stuff for his school stuff. then, he had to go, and Jimmy & I were basically left all alone b/c about 30 minutes after nick left, my mom had to leave to take my grandmama to a doctor’s appt (in COLLEGE PARK), so she was gone, and Jimmy & I had the house to ourselves. We jammed REALLY loud on guitar, and I ordered Chinese, he ordered a pizza. then, once we got all our food situated, we watched the crow, b/c last time I saw it, I was too young to understand a damn thing & too young to remember really any of it. omg, it’s so fucking SAD. I cried for 45 minutes straight afterward, and I had been crying through half of the film. I got sick b/c of all the crying I did. and the fact that the crow did go back to death in the end, and SO DID BRANDON LEE made me cry even more. I was pitiful.
I can’t watch the movie again. no matter how great it was-I’ll get ill every time I see it. then, mark got home and was an asshole, as per usual. Then I played GH II with Jimmy, and then got yelled at by mark. finally, at like 9:00pm, my mom fucking got home. mark yelled and jimmy AND I for playing in his living room for too long. I packed my shit, and spent the night at jimmy’s. When I was saying goodnight to my mom in the car, she asked me if he had been a prick all day. I said, “Mom, he’s a cockpouch.”
she lost it. Jimmy said, “You can call him an asshair, since that’s possibly the only hair he has left.”
and then we hung out, and I had to take a small nap to get rid of my big migrane symptoms.
next day, jimmy & I hung out for a bit, then decided to see the 4:45 showing of 300.
we walked to the place, saw sarah, talked for a bit, then we saw 300. walked to boston market, then I had to walk home & then I went to bed, after all the walking in the cold stuff.
but it was an overall awesome weekend b/c jimmy & I haven’t been able to hang in a week, so we got a weekend.
it was nice. and I see bekah again thursday.
woot!!!!
see ya.
