|Current mood:|| cynical|
I seriously think Im dying
My back hurts, I have a huge bruise on knee, Im so increadibly tired, my neck hurts, my arm still hurts from three days ago, my stomach hurts, and my chest hurts. All in all Id say I feel pretty shitty. I bitch and moan like Jessica Simpson.
Im sorry I havent really been typing in this journal, I slips my mind. A lot has happened. Lezlee and I arent friends anymore. Skylar asked me out, so now I have a boyfriend but all he does is ask me to suck him off. Fucker!
Have you ever been just going through like a regular week and everything moves too fast, like you are doing this and as soon as your done your doing something else then something else, as usual. Then you take a step back and look at yourself and you have no idea how you even got put in some fucked up situation, that you are now in, and then you have try to think of stuff to bullshit your way out of said situation. How did I get here? How did it end up like this? You know if you asked me these questions, I couldnt tell you the answers. Just bullshit. I honestly dont remember any of it. And if I did it would probably depress me, like everything else.
Sky... what can I say about Sky. I mean hes great and were getting along really well, I think. He was on his way over yesterday and he called me and said he wanted me to watch this movie, he said it meant a lot to him. guess what fucking movie it was. "Bittersweet Motel" some documentary about Phish. Yeah, the guys are pretty cool, but Im not about to run out and buy any of their cds. NONE! And we went and saw Freddy Vs Jason, which by the way sucked ass. In the middle of the movie I was like, "hey you know that guy right there, he John Ritter's kid." and he was like, "Who?" Yeah, thats pretty weird. Then he took me home, he had to make it an early night. "Well sorry, I cant exactly see you from right here." haha, that was funny. Yeah...
I have so many things I need to get done, like I dont even want to think about it but I have to get up off my fucking happy ass and go do it. *screams* I want to hang out with Robby, but his fucking ass is always working or with his boy toy. Blar to boys that tan. I want him to cut my hair too, and then we can smoke a pack of cigarettes together. *smiles* Good times.
You know what makes me really sad? When you go out and you meet someone who is so amazingly cooler than you but they are like three years younger. That makes me really sad. D-E-pressed. Blah, I have to get off and get my shit done and over with. This house depresses me. Okay Ill shut up.
A - Act your age - 17
B - Boyfriend - One mister Skylar Ross
C - Chore you hate - Cleaning the bathroom, viral incubation
D - Dad's name - Majeed
E - Essential make up item - Black eyeliner
F - Favorite actor - Edward Furlong
G - Gold or silver - Silver
H - Hometown - Lafeyette
I - Instruments you play - Guitar, sort of
J - Job title - Unemployed
K - Kids - No thanks
L - Living arrangements - Live with my fucking parents
M - Mum's name - Barbara
N - Number of people you've slept with - *cough* none *cough*
O - Overnight hospital stays - Shit loads
P - Phobia - Dark, snakes, spiders, solitary, Patrick
Q - Quote you like - "Self-preservation is the foremost human instinct."
R - Religious affiliation - Athiest
S - Siblings - Sister
T - Time you wake up? - Anywhere from 11 to 4
U - Unique habit - None of mine are unique
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat - Everything
W - Worst habit - Smoking, biting my nails, other
X - X-rays you've had - Like hundreds
Y - Yummy food you make - Chicken and cake or cookies, I make a lot of stuff
Z - Zodiac Sign - Gemini
Which deadly sin do you represent? (Angel Sanctuary Pics)
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You know, I took this bloody quiz and I looked at the other results, like what I could have gotten and I saw peices of me in a few others, like the one where youre mean, or the one where you pity yourself. God, I need therepy. Last time I had a therapist they told me I had to stop seeing her and see a shrink because I was manipulating her. I was like, "What? What the fuck are you talking about." Can you beleive it? How can you manipulate a therapist. Arent they trained to smell that shit out? I still dont understand it. but it makes me laugh...