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So It has been forever and an eon. Yup. That's right. An Eon. So as time flies forward i realized, Hey What happen to emoblog? And I come back to see all my old buddies but to my horror. It has transgressed to this "Aeonity" What is good god's name is Aeonity? Say it. Come on Say it. It sounds confused. So update. No Warped Tour. Olesya went. Grandma is dying. Andrea is loner-ly. <---Lately i've been lacking a social life. And Olesya is reading this. I know you are Fuck-Ass. But i'll be nice and not read yours. This is interesting. Olesya goes on "date" and now what's to set me up with "Dexter" okay so his name isn't dexter. but still. Bastardly. Gotts clear up. Ta!! |
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We are gathered together to mourn for the loss of a good friend. I'm refering to the loss of Andrea's dignity and self worth. I lost it. Somewhere between broccoli nuggets and plastic Christmas trees. I've been kinda dark mood-ed lately. I haven't gone "out" in well, months? Or so it seems. I've been attempting to remain positive(ish)...God. I was sent a one way ticket on a large guilt trip. I can kinda see why grandma wants me to go with her. But she needs to realize that this is my last summer of relative freedom. I mean, come on. I start college in the fall. But then again... She IS dying. Hmmm....Where do my priorities lie? FuckNut. My familia is vaminosing outta town tomorrow so i'm hoping i get to spend sometime with Nellus and perhaps even the estranged "Matt". I wanna play laser tag. badly. Grrr...eat? I want to meet new people. Try new things. Yet being the creature of habit I am....Is it possible? We will find out.... FemmeBot Over and Out. |
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I'm supposed to be enjoying myself. I'm supposed to be at my Oma's house too. But I see neither of the two happening. Mom is pissed off at me, so instead of having the whole week family free I have a loverly onw whole day with my grandparents. Woo! And I hate my neighbores...These olderish people have been blaring rap music all afternoon. Chkachkachk....(Insert head banging motion here). Ah, time is slowly passing. Oleska...(hehe) should be back form her weekly ironic visit to her place of prayer. Although it is funny. I see no one making the attempt to laugh. I need a trip. To play lazer tag and to roam the streets of this "vibrant city"... "Vibrant" ... ha! I think tommorrow i shall go visit my future and pick up my book list for the fall. ta! Fb and out! |
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I wait for my living dead pal to rise from her tomb...but this infernal ticking clock is driving me mad. Edgar Allen Poe moment. I wanna go go go go go... And Nellus won't awaken. If only we could find her emo prince of darkness to kiss her a break the spell...Then we could finally get a move on things. I have to spend tonite at my oma's house but tomorrow I'm fun and fancy free...which on a side note was a terrible movie. Low for even Disney. But I have to keep this one short. I have to put on pants. What kind of a society do we live in that nessitates pants when in public? Tsk, Tsk, Tsk ... That's the Conservatives for ya'. {Vote NDP} |
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Hey Hey! It's Thursday. Or Thor's Day if you prefer the day from a mythological standpoint...(insert odd look here) Agh. I must recap. Monday was AMAzing...Went to the Dyke Fest...(Okay Okay...Klondike days) And it begain to pour...So the logical thing to do was...Jump in puddles. Lots and Lots of puddles. Of course Nellus and I got more than several strange looks for the simple fact that you don't see many seventeen year old chics jumping in huge puddles. We also made several loud lewd comment to young obnoxious scene skanks...Oh the joy of our city being over run by by poseurs... Then of course after the almost nudist-friendly scene we got dressed and I spent the last couple days with my grandparents. It was okay. I bought a new messenger bag for the fall. School. Hmmm, mixed feelings. Now I should go downtown and also to a post office...Time is ticking. That stupid place closes at 4:30 so I gotta get a move on it. Gotta try and find Nellus's Auntie's phone number. Blagh...has anyone ever felt so disgusted? No. Aha! I forgot. Went to Future Shop ( No Detroit Rock City or Walkman MP3 Player) But I talked to "Ben" in great lenght about useless information and such. He looked like a hippie. A modern Hippie...kinda. But I should Close...With a tad bit a' poe'et'tree "From where I sit, I figure the world is run by one thing and this one thing only. Panic with a dog-face, devil-face, hag-face, whore-face, panic in capital letters, with no face at all-- It's the same Johnny Panic, awake or asleep." Sylvia Plath... |