.Your imaginary friend.

location: My house, still. Because I'm always using my own computer.

mood: hungry

music: We Are To Follow by Blindside

I'm sick and tired of a lot of things around me.
Well, I've been sick and tired of these things for a while... but right now it's just cutting deeper into me. It's annoying.

Last night I had a conversation with my dad that was really important to me, and it gives me a new perspective on life. I look at things differently, now. More poetically. For a long time, we just hung out in my backyard. He sat in a wooden chair while I sat on top of a plastic bucket across from him. He basically did all of the talking, I just sat there and listening intently.
Okay. Enough of that.

Anyway, yeah, I'm very annoyed. I won't say why, though, because involving too much of my personal life in leh interweb would be baaaad. I shouldn't post too many vulgar things because some moron who knows me in the real world will find this and hold it against me. It's happened before. No need for 'splaining.

Don't I just sound like some overly-depressive teen who is absolutely drunk with self-pity? Ha! I should stop that. To make things clear... I don't pity myself even a little bit. I'm a very humble person.

Maybe I'll type bigger to make myself appear a little less mature... immaturity = a brighter appeal in the things I write?

Is that okay?
How about this?!
IN BOLD AND CAPITAL LETTERS.

No. That's annoying. I like tiny letters.

What if I type in colors?
Purple?
Pink?
Blue?
Red?
Orange?
Fu*king rainbow?

Does my writing look happy yet?

Screw it.

I'm done with that.

I AM HAPPY. =DDDDDDD (obnoxious smiley face)

I think the only time that I've ever been truly "depressed"... no, I like the word "miserable" better.
So anyway...
I think the only time I've ever been truly miserable was when I was about 13-14 years old. You know, the whole hormonal stage... because I never had hormones before, and here they come rearing their ugly head in my young life. God, I was such a pissed off child. At that age I was rather ugly, I had long hair all the way down to my ass, and felt a need to swear way more than I do now. I still fu*king swear a sh*tload daily, but not as badly as I did then. Oh, and I had really ugly glasses and no sense of style either. Styyyyle. My music tastes were shoite, too.

Now I'm 16 years old. I have short blonde (I like to spell "blond" with an 'e', thank you very much) hair with pinkish-red streaks in it. I have a sense of style. My taste in music is far more developed. My personality is far more developed. I have black-framed glasses that I like very much. No, not emo. Emo can go to hell.
Emo Elmo.
Emo Emu. Say that ten times fast. Starting... NOW.
Lawl.

You know, I'm not a lesbian. Not even bisexual. Did you know that? Oh yes. I stated that I was straight in the previous post, I do believe. I have absolutely no problem with people who have this sexuality, though. I'm just prejudiced. So, anyway, I have my own personal opinion on girls... I say "ew" when she's ugly, and I'll say "she's hot" or "I'd do her" if she's cute. Yes, I'll say if a girl is cute, 'hot', or not. I don't give a shoite what you think. I also hold hands with my female friends and kiss them on the cheek when I feel like it. Shut up.

What else should I talk about? I'm rambling.
I'm listening to music right now and chatting to dude friends. I'm waiting for an email, though it probably won't come any time soon.

I should get off me arse and do something. What could I do?
God, I don't know.
Maybe I'll just sit here and pack some poundage.
I'm really hungry, though.

Posted on Aug. 30th, 2007 at 03:36 pm | Link | Leave a comment | Add to Memories | Tell a Friend