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Okay. That strange reoccuring dream I had a month and some back. That haunted my sleep for a week plus...The guy from the staircase.... I found him. He danced with me at The Queers show on the 22nd. I wanted to go back so badly and talk to him but, what could I say? I regret it now. The Queers did a Beach Boys cover!!! And It was better than Aural Intercourse! X-Mas went by without much thought. New shoes and a corset later, New Years rolled by. Leaving me as (the not so left out this time) third (or I suppose fifth) wheel. My mom had the worst hangover this morning. I thought it was rather pitiful. My dad is an ASSHOLE. I gotta find him. Dude from the Queers...and BP....go to the Meth Show on Saturday!! Please. Work Work Work and all I do is Work. I can't wait for school to start up again! It will be a much needed break. I'm going to walk to the store and buy some slush-like drink....Cheery Cherry, I hope!! Fingers Crossed. Happy Holidaze Ladies and Gents! |
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It is currently 4:38PM, as I write this fitfully fateful entry. I filled my prescription today, and mocked that whore-ish highschool that held me social prisioner for three excrutiating years. It was nice. I haven't done anything exciting, well, ever. Eating oranges and face falling on, is not really that enthralling, No! Not when yo can have: The New! The Exciting! The Enthralling, Enchanting Story Telling Mongre.... For the Cheap Price of FIVE MERE YEARS OF YOUR LIFE!! Call Now! Our Operators are Standing By. I'm not bitter. NO* Not at all... Fuck. We suck at Pool. We waited too long to come back to our habit now. We used to be mildly better. Mind You, maybe Nell plays more often than I do...I don't really know. I don't know what she does anymore. The more time I spend with her and 'the gang' the more I realize that she has lied to me more than several times about stuff. *Oh, but that's not important stuff...* But it is to me. It might be nice to get a little insight into my "Best Friend"s' life. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks that.... Hmm... Deaf, Blind, and anti-social, Signing out. |
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to get to the centre of a kleenex box? I'm greusome. My face burns. My ears flame. My sinuses are smoldering. All my facial mucous members are death. Ear infection? Head Cold? Death? No, death doesn't feel *this* good. I've gone through three boxes of tissue in the last two days. I got sick at my evening class yesterday. In the bathroom, at least I made it there. At least. I'm gonna go and choke down some luke-warm tea. Hope I choke. |
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I've heard it all. Starfish is not only perverted, but he is funny. "She was doing the crabwalk, then some guy jumped on her and they started to do it like that!! I have never seen anything so wierd in my life..." Where does he spend his time? I really **Really don't want to know. So my face is less ugly/swollen/oozy/moucosy/gross feeling tonight. Three cheers for the Panopticon theory, makes us all so happily paranoid. Isn't it odd, that when you want someone to see you, they look the other way, but when you don't want them to notice you, they stare intently? Thank You Panopticon. Mysteriousness insues. {Andrea dances the night away with a perfect stranger and proceeds to evaporate off the face of the earth with said stranger} No one would even notice. |
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I was drunk in a phone-booth... So today went by mildly uneventful. My brother got the gold medal in Minor Hockey Week. Woo... Then I went and saw 'Fun with Dick and Jane' Which was okay, funny, but it was sick how 'laughable' this kind of thing was to people. I mean, this shit happens to people in real life... Then my parents tried to smuggle my ass into drinking establishments so we could play pool. When we finally found somewhere, it was too late and they were closing, so we went and ate food at a 24-hour diner like 30 miles outta the city. So wierd. But amusing. Did I hear sarcasm in your voice tonight? I hope so, or at least the selfish in me does.... Well Folks, Lets see how this week goes. Lets pray for a painless week/month/semester. |