Drink my face off

So it figures... I want to go out tonight and get shitty. Absolutely go crazy. Butttt no one is around and/or answering my calls. Looks like I'm hanging out alone tonight. Again. In 3 weeks that'll be over. I'll be 21 and there will be a lot more people to go out with. Gah! andddd here comes the depression again.

I want to get wasted Drank-faced tonight! Gah!

Fuck my life.


Oh! The lo-fidelity stickers came in so if you want some, comment or something I'll mail you some.

Depressed

Self-loathing asshole. Get the fuck away from me.
I hate you.



... if I died right now, I wonder how many people would think about me.

I'm depressed.

I was thinking about being famous again but then TMZ made me want to punch kittens instead

Things on my list from yesterday which I didn't do which need to be done today.
1. bloodwork.
2. I don't remember the rest...

Last night TMZ was somehow on my television and I started yelling at it because I couldn't find the remote. In case you don't know, it's a show where a group of ignorant people sit around and discuss what celebrities are doing with their lives. For instance, the one segment I had one before I found the remote and changed the channel was this piece on Mary-Kate Olsen. They were sitting around talking about her clothes. That's it. How they didn't like the dress she wore to some event. Yeah, that is it. Now, why is this even considered news? Who the fuck knows? But go to their website and you'll find a bunch of other shit that no one gives a fuck about. They seem to forget that celebrities are people too. I mean just sit down and watch how they follow them around. It's disgusting.

Anyway, There's a Lo-fidelity meeting today. We are discussing which pieces are getting into issue 3. Other than that, nothing new today. It's raining out. I have to reread all the story pieces. Okay. I don't know. Sorry for the rant and waste of time.

A (Lame) Poem

Today I sat outside
In the sun.
My face was burned.
My arms were burned.
I was burned.
But I'm not worried.
Skin Cancer is
a scare tactic.

Poem

Sorry for the double post today, but I just found this poem I wrote in class the other day. Figured I'd share.



Untitled

I have a pet rock
whose name is Chris.

He sits on my desk
giving me advice on
girls and friends and life
when he sees me upset.

I had a pet rock
whose name was Chris.

He used to sit on my desk
helping me make sense with
life and friends and girls
when he saw me upset

That was before my brother
tossed him off the Rt. 70 bridge
into oncoming traffic.

Now he's in the back of a cop car
sitting next to my brother.



And thats it. So what'd you think? Do you like it? Is it too humorous and lame or is it good? Should I submit it somewhere? Share your thoughts.

Wow.

and I thought you guys were her friends...


thats all I have to say about that.