1. I hate blogger. I don't have any followers and I'm only following like 2 people because my computer is screwed up so everytime a box pops up, it doesn't allow me to scroll down, therefor not allowing me to complete the "follow" process. So I feel very alone on here, and feel like I'm preaching to an empty room. I made an Xanga account, thinking it might be different, but not really. It's basically just mypace in specific categories.
2. Today I was just sitting, minding my own business, and a tiny fly flew in front of my face. Out of instinct, I reached out to smack it....and I did. The poor guy turned into an explosion of guts and blood, (there was an unusal amount of blood for a small fly..) breaking my heart. I felt horrible afterwards. And when another fly came around me, I just let him be. I'm not really sure what the lesson learned here is.
3. I have deleted a number of people off of facebook. A minority of the deletes can be better understood when you read #4, and rest are my own family members, because my mom gets her panties in a knot anytime I say something, like something, comment something, or have any association with anything that someone could interpret as being "inappropriate", because of how they will judge me/or her, more so. (I hate that. I am my own person. I am not dictated or ruled by anyone, despite the attempts. I'm not a baby, I'm going to do what I do no matter how others try to sway me. So my mother, who is a perfectly fine mother, shouldn't get any judgement or heat for any minor thing I decide to do.) Back to the panties in a knot...Sure, this is a perfectly motherly/old thing to do, I don't blame her at all, but I'm so sick of it, so those people are gone. And this goes right along with the enormous fakeness (hah, or "decency") I have around any extended family memeber or adult. I'm a kid. In fact, I'm a teeanger. And as being so, I think it should be expected that every now and then I might find the "Huge Cock" group on facebook funny and decide to "like" it. It's hilarious in fact, that some kids would be sitting around and decide to make such a group. Nothing too specific, not a group identifying themselves in any way but their title. Huge Cock. And I don't feel like I should have to justify my childish and "vulgar" behavior to anyone, so hasta la vista. I have my whole life to be a "classy" woman, so I am taking this time to outwardly enjoy humor from any angle or form.
My facebook is reserved only for others who share in the hilarity of horrifying vulgarity as I do.
4. I hate girls my age. Always have, and I'm almost positive that I always will. Such bitches. I know I'm not always extra charming myself, but I don't get all up in other people face's and business concearning petty "drama" and juvenile bullshit. In fact, I am normally quite the connoisseur in the art of keeping to myself. All this drama is because I made the mistake of being associated with girls who breathe attention.
If I even BEGAN to tell anyone about the stories of my highschool nightmares in the past 2 weeks, it would take hours. Point is, bitches don't scare me. (hahah, I always wanted to say that..."Hell nah bitch, you don kno me!" But really, they don't. Especially people I've never even talked to or know. And furthermore, ESPECIALLY people who think they are such badasses and are going to jump in the middle of any conflict they see. They are pathetic, immiture, and not worth a bum's time.
"Honey, go continue smoking your lungs out and have a nice visit with your "fiancee" in jail, and get your overpowdered ogre nose out of my life." Thats just a small snippet of what I'd LOVE to say, and just to one of the many, but now that thats said and done....
5.Thank GOD I only have 3 more days of school. Hell yes. I hate williams. As one of my friends has said, "Williams makes me want to pull my hairs out one by one with tweezers." I second that. Williams makes me want to create huge gashes all over my body, then jump in a pool of rubbing alcohol and puranas....the graphic references of what Williams makes me want to do, and the many horrible things I would rather do than go to Williams go on and onnn.
6. The movie Elizabethtown, for whatever reason, is the movie of all time, that has stuck with me the most. It was the first movie I loved, that I was obsessed with and watch again and again. It's not an action film, or a romance film, or a chickflick...it really fits in it's own category. It's just a movie about....life. And as most find it dreadfully boring (I belive Jorge fell asleep when I tried to get him to watch it with me.) I find it utterly amazing. Most of my all time favorite quotes came from Drew Baylor, or more likely, the genius who created the mind of Drew Baylor.
Here are some;
*"There's a diffrence between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is merely the absence of success. Any fool can achieve failure. But a fiasco, a fiasco is a disaster of epic propotions. A fiasco is a folk tale told to other's to make other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them."
"Men see things in a box, and women see them in a round room."
"What they say is, it *will* hit you, it could be ten minutes or it could be ten years from now."
"You know, there is nothing greater than deciding in your life that things maybe really are black and white! And this guy Ben, who clearly takes you for granted, who serially takes advantage of you, is bad! And what I'm saying is good! See what I mean? You shouldn't be the substitute for anybody. This guy should be right here, right now, doing this! [kisses Claire]"
"No true fiasco ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life"
7. I love the blog title. Worded so nicely.
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