11:30AM - You make this all go away...
I went over to Amanda's last night. She got a steamroller. So of course, we smoked many many bowls out of it. I got ripped...and just...gave up on being awake.
It seems like being awake lately has been so um, lame. When I'm not sleeping, gay shit happens. I wish I could just sleep, all fucking day...not have to worry about a damned thing except who's going to change my colostomy bag.
Manda & Connie got into a big fight last night. Over stupid shit, of course. I feel so bad for Manda. Her Mom puts way too much pressure on her to be this way, or agree with this statement, but contradict it the next sentence...ect. It's craziness.
So, I told Manda, that if everything works out for me in Beaverton, I'll try to get her a job & she can move in with me. Yes, I AM planning on moving to Beaverton again. I've decided that it's a goddamn good idea. I want away from all this drama shit. I want my own place to hide at. I dont want to come home in tears & have Aaron & all his stupid little friends staring at me, or kicking my door...or have Dad busting in my room thinking I'm either pregnant, or I've smoked too much weed, or I'm having painful sex with one of my multitudes of invisable boys I keep hidden under my bed.
I'm so tired of Dad's little slut jokes. They piss me off so fucking much. If I dont feel good, oh "You aren't pregnant are you?"...whatever. If I say something about a guy he says, "Oh he just wants down your pants." & I *know* he's thinking that I would let them down there too.
Just because my music is loud, my hair is an abnormal color, and I have a ring in my lip...doesn't mean I fuck everything that moves!!!!!! Only the things that I can hold down long enough! *heehee*
I've got such the weed hangover. I need more caffiene....
Current mood: 
morose
Current music: Massive Attack--Exchange
11:45PM - I love steamrollers...& plumber boiz *lix*
Ok, here's a lovely chunk of someone elses drama for you, since mine is getting a bit "Old Hat"
Someone I know, got into an argument with thier significant other & some mild violence occured. Now, person A calls me & says that person B does this. Person A is very dear to me & I love person A to death.
Person B is going to wish that person B never came out of person B's mother's vaginal passages, because if person B does not watch person B's step, person B is going to be facing a very angry mob of Liz. I may be small, but fuck I'm crazy. So...yeah. I'm turning into a lesbian. I mean it this time. You can only say it a certain number of times before people start thinking you're talking out of your ass. Lordy I'm being so sarcastic right now.
Here's what else happened today. I woke up, got stoned. Came home, smoked some more. Went out & about for awhile, came home...smoked s'more pot. Called *Nick* from the college...if anyone can remember back a few months ago, *Nick* & I were a semi-item. He asked me out & I said no. But anyways...he came over to Amanda's house & we hung out, got real high...yadda yadda.
I'm beginning to wish that I hadn't turned him down...then maybe I wouldn't be in this horrible heart wrenching sitchy-ation right now. But *Nick* likes me no more I think. He just wants to be typical gun weilding, pot smoking, ho fucking male. So...depressing.
I've had Johnny Cash stuck in my head...for over 24 hours now & I'm about to go insane. I sang the song, over & over...just the chorus, all the way home from Amanda's...then I came upstairs & played it.
Nngh...it's a great fucking thing & for some reason right now, it comforts me.
It's symbolic of Chris's wallowing in self pity & allowing himself to be mired down by people being shits to him. Not really paying attention, well at least that's my perspective on it.
But...yeah. 2 weeks. 2 weeks & I'm just, not going to do this shit anymore. I've already had it up to here & I'm being very, very tolorant. People who've known me for a long time know that I'm a very impaitient person.
I want it all, I want it now & it had better be on a fucking silver platter carried by Johnny Depp in his birthday suit, or I get UPSET! But, I'm holding it back & giving a male a shred of respect & faith.
If not...I'm turning into a penis loathing feminazi & I'm going to run around screaming "VEE BEELEEV EEN NAHTINK!" while chopping off dicks & rubbing myself down with testicular blood.
Wee! Insanity is nifty!
Gonna go out again with London too. He's really sweet. He brought me flowers even though I was just kidding about them being a date me requirement & opened doors for me...ect.
But, I'm tired. Gotta call Chris & deal some more. Thank god Connie gave me a bowl.
...:;~*Elizabeth*~;:...
Current mood: 
stressed
Current music: Johnny Cash - Hurt
depressed