I'm Dying, I Hope You're Dying Too
More wishful thinking!
I am aware that I haven't posted in a week. Last week was long and very busy, so I'll briefly go over it. Last Tuesday I picked up the newly released KMFDM cd...WWIII, along with another excellent cd. The new cd kicks ass. Then I watched Jenny, Archie, and Marcelli bowl. I bet I coulda beat them. But I didn't play. Thursday I went to Ricobene's with Kastle, Xiao Pu (Ashley Prentice), and Edi. Then went to Gallery. Friday I went to Lane Tech to see Jessica. I hadn't seen her in over three years. It was good to see her again. I met some of her friends, and we later managed to fit 7 people into a small 4 seat car. Then she slept over. That was cool. We didn't go out anywhere after we got to my house. It was raining and freezing. Saturday I babysat again. Sunday I came home from my aunt's house. I wrote a paper, did mah hair and nails, and who knows what else. Yesterday I took my senior yearbook pictures. And I didn't wear anything tacky or ghetto. I didn't act like that either. Wooo. I need a sticker. Today was crappy. I'm sick again. But the day was filled with art, which is always good. Oh on the way home, this guy kept hitting on me and trying to get my number. I insisted I had a boyfriend. Luckily Melissa was on the ball w/ that and helped me out. He still kept trying to get my number. He seemed nice and all, but I don't want anymore random bus people calling me. Unless they look like my drawing. YES, THE DRAWING IN MY FRUITY PINK HELLO KITTY WALLET. Well, not exactly, I drew that crappy. I hope ya'll enjoyed this long ass paragraph. Maybe I should begin a new one.
Ahh here it is. The new paragraph. Will it be better than the first paragraph? The first paragraph was pretty shitty, and this may be too. I don't even know what I'm going to write in this post. So, I'm trying to think and stall you all.
Shit. I need another paragraph. Manson is less than 3 weeks away. Wooo I feel good! Then KMFDM is less than a month away! Ohhhh shit. That's gonna rock. And/or roll. Oh lorday, my parents are shouting at the tv. I guess the Cubs are winning. Too bad I don't care.
Mmmm another paragraph! I see the time is currently 9:04. Maybe I should go to bed now. Yep, I'm 17 and I attract older ghetto males from the bus and I go to bed at 9. I live in the fast lane. Oh shit speaking of older ghetto males, I got another story, but I'll save that for my next post. Goodnight children. "I'm not skinny, but she's fat." Yep, that was a Yuritzaism. I should give her the URL to this piece of shit. Just thought I'd throw it in there for ya.
*WWIII be all that you can be*