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I went to the Pirates of the Carribean again last night. Hehehe. It was awesome 'cept there were two girls sitting behind us and they talked through like the WHOLE MOVIE. We were getting really pissed and so I was like "Shut up" and one of the girls said "Um, ok", and they were pretty quiet after that, but then they starting talking AGAIN. HOW FUCKING DENSE CAN YOU GET? Fer crissakes. Shut the fuck up. Then when I got home I watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which was another two-hour and some odd minutes long movie.
And I had this dream that started with me driving home from school, which was really confusing 'cause I couldn't ever remember having a car, OR a license. Then this guy calls me on my cell and I didn't know who he was, but I still talked to him because I had this feeling that I was supposed to have a crush on him or something. He told to meet him at Dominick's and so the next day I went there and he was on break with his sister and they're like "We have to show you something." So, they showed me these little tattoos on their arms and I freaked out, 'cause they had something to do with being Nazis. Then I walked around the store and I saw these two guys hanging out by the oranges stand and they started talking to me. One kind of looked like Ryan Turner with long, shaggy hair. But the-guy-who-looked-like-Ryan pointed to some tattoo I had (I don't know what the whole tattoo thing kept popping up for) and he's like "You like Kenny G?" And I'm like "Uh, no. What does that have to do with the price of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?" because all my tattoo was some words and a little fishie. And they're like "Ok." So, I went home and I was looking through my shelves for a CD and I saw that like 4 of them were overdue from the library (two of them were Thurday CDs... hehey.. my dream-self has taste) and so I was like "DAMN." My dad wasn't home so I couldn't get him to take them back to the library and I saw Joe driving past in a green minivan and I ran outside and I'm like "Hey, Joe will you do me a huge favour and take these back to the library?" He said no. I went back inside. Then my dad came home and he handed me this bong made out of empty giant pixie stick tubes and something else... (..?) and he's like, "Here, it's good" So, I kept trying and trying to get high, but after fifteen minutes, I was like fuck it. Then he handed me this white powdery stuff that tasted like gum and we both ate it and it was really psycho. I hated it and I yelled at him for giving it to me. THEN... everything started to get really weird. There was some old man at my house and creatures were chasing him and he got away, but I was still stuck inside. Then they decided to chase me instead and I ran out and all the way to the main road and a bus picked me up there and I got away. Hehehe... mofos.
I'm fucked up, no?
Oh yeah, my second birthday is now officially July 21st. Celebrate it or I'll stab you in the eye.
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