Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
BTW I'm selling all the dancewear in my basement. It's all brand new. Selling this for essentially half price. If you're cool I'll cut you a deal. Let me know!! I only have a few things listed on ebay right now to see how they sell.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
I'm being forced into the choir. I hate singing. I don't sing its not my thing. I play piano and guitar and some other things but I do not sing. I repeat, I DO NOT SING. I'm terrible at it. I have the most monotone voice EVER. Literally my scale range is like from the g below middle to to e and that's it. Don't get me wrong I WISH I could sing. and I sing in my car with the music up so loud I can't hear myself because when I can hear myself I can tell how far off I am. It's rough. I'm in a room full of "musicians" and not gonna lie they're pretty pretentious but it makes for great people watching. This one girl sings like she's on American Idol for the win, like each song means something very personal to her.
This is rough, I like my music butttttttt I don't like musicians, for the most part. Very few are cool. The rest are just trying to prove some sort of point. They take themselves to seriously. I'm the type of person that can totally admit that I LOVE POP MUSIC and can at least appreciate most types of music. They people seem like they are going out of their way to alienate people. But whatever helps you sleep at night and amuses me is alright with this girl
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
So theres this girl I work with. She’s nice and all but I’m pretty positive she’s the fakest person ever. She always acts like she’s SO much fun and so spontaneous and awesome and I’m pretty sure its all completely fabricated. Here’s why:
She has a bunch of pictures of her and her friend out by the pool. In every pic they are posing as if to say “HEY LOOK HOW FUN WE ARE. WE ARE HAVING SO MUCH FUN”. BUT their hair is DONE in every picture. Not like it looks cute, like its done, time was spent on it. and also, there is no sun out whatsoever. Not only is it cloudy, it almost looks like its could out. Most certainly does not look like a day where you would go into a pool.
So now we all know, your summer fun is fabricated and you’re a phony. It makes me feel better about my life because first of all I don’t have to stage eleborate photoshoots on overcast days to SHOW people how much fun I have outside. Wanna know why? Cuz I’m too busy dicking around outside with my jackass friends to have time to take pictures.
It’s almost sad because she clearly puts effort into trying to make her life look fun when its not. Key word: ALMOST
Thursday, July 22, 2010
So, I’ pretty much hate how facebook decides my life. It started simple, just a few friend suggestions. Then it turned into groups and pages. Now it tells me what I like and who I need to talk to. Maybe there’s a reason I don’t talk to that person and thats why I don’t wanna “reconnect” with them facebook. Then it connects to my phone and tells me where people work and go to school and puts events into my calender and NOW it decides whose info pops up on my feed?!??? Fuck you facebook YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE.
People always assume that I’m pissed off. Most of the time I’m not. Trust me, if I were pissed, you’d know it. Apparently, when I don’t smile, I look pissed. But what am I suppose to do? Walk around with a goofy ass grin on my face like my mom did a little too much E when I was in the womb? I’m so sick of everyone saying, “Hey why don’t you smile more?” Or “Hey give us a smile!” how about “Hey shut your fucking face”
If all you can come up with for conversation is giving me shit for not smiling then maybe you should go home and google “conversation starters” or something.
Then there’s always “That Guy” who wants to makes it his personal job to try to make me laugh. Why is it that this guy is never ACTUALLY funny. All he does it act like an ass. And apparently touching me or my face or my hair is suppose to make me laugh. I don’t know you don’t touch me. I was in a good mood until you started fucking with me.
Another thing that SUCKS is that I can’t hear. I come off like a super bitch because sometimes if someone isn’t talking directly to me in a group conversation I zone out and start playing on my phone. But its not because I don’t care!!! It’s because I can’t hear!!! I’m pretty sure “what” is my most commonly used word. Ever.