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[08 May 2006|01:31pm] |
I AM A HAPPY LADY! I am laughing though my throat has swollen up to the size of a goddamn tennis ball. OH! SHIT! And my York courses are fine too, I just have to change the scheduling cuz I screwed up! IT'S ME, IT WAS ALL ME!
I started listening to Death Cab again yesterday, and now I'm like, raaaah! I'm so into them again! "Crooked Teeth" doesn't have appropriate lyrics but the beat is so adore!
"I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late"
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[08 May 2006|06:14pm] |
HA. HA. HA. The Milkshake of Pretentiousness. That's all! Just a simple milkshake with a few simple magical side effects on those who have partaken of it.
Listen, guys. The straight edge life is so for me. You won't find shitty-ass X's on my hands, but I've pretty much fallen all into it. It feels guud.
I told my sister I would order her something offline for her birthday (today - she's 14), and she told me Strike Anywhere's Exit English. Nothing could have made me happier. Ever! Now if only she'd start listening to the lyrics - I don't know if she does already or not.
I was definitely geeked off my ass to get into Journalism (alias "Journalism II"), but it really wasn't that big of a deal. So whatever. I was a little let down. I'm just silly. But I'll miss Lauren and especially MJ from Public Speakins.
My nana just emailed me to tell me how disappointed she is that I never "show up" anymore, like at my dad's for holidays and things (I've missed Russian Orthodox Easter, Other White Ppl Easter, and my sister's birthday 'thing' over the weekend so far). I haven't gone to my dad's since I realized my presence didn't make a shit of a difference there. He doesn't ask, he fuckin' knows. It's hard to not call my nana and tell her to shut the fuck up because I'm in a different generation, my priorities as far as my family are way different - and she should understand, her father ditched her (oh well maybe that's why, because my dad's still around I should just be grateful regardless) - but I'm not going to be apologetic, because all other Brozes sugarcoat everything until we all meet at once (graduation, graduation party maybe) and explode on each other. And she asked me why I'm not going to Pitt because I could go for free - not true - and she'd help me with rent. I could sit there on the phone and talk to her for hours about it, and she'd never get it. That's something (yet one more thing) that pisses me off about the human race - no one is ever really concerned with understanding. It's so stupid and childish - my nana won't come to see us, we always have to go to our dad's. I went to my dad's like thirty times this year and she was never there. I guess her fucking age is finally catching up to her and she's freaking out, but that's not my goddamn fault. It's not my fault that no one from my dad's side will ever come to our house or even step INSIDE our house without being begged to. My dad and stepmom brought me my presents from my birthday and refused to come in, they stayed outside while I opened my shit. I wanted to smack the both of them. There's never even been a knockdown dragout between the two sides, it's just he-said she-said and neither side will get OVER themselves and realize that if it didn't involve us, the kids, they should just GIVE IT UP. If I feel like crap when I'm at my dad's, I'm not going over there, and I do. My nana can drive - she's agile for her seventies - so her old ass can get in that fuckin' Jimmy and drive on over to Penn Hills. She's done it before, to pick us up and go someplace. I just don't agree with the sentiment that it's my job to bridge the gap or do whatever, keep in touch with the generations. I love them, they're my family, but they need to get over themselves. Or maybe I do! I'm sure they think that it's me.
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