Pretty Beast.
So… I was feeling… spontaneous today. I’d felt the same way yesterday, but hadn’t acted on it. Today, I did. I got up, grabbed the house phone (not my cell phone, unfortunately) and headed towards the back door. Locked. Damn. So I went to the key box and sifted through a couple pairs of keys. Tried a few sets. Nothing. So I definately spent about five minutes doing that. Then I thought ‘Screw it. I’ll just go out the front door and bring the home phone with me.’ So, I grabbed a key from the key box that looked like my key to the front door. (I was too lazy to go and grab that one from my room). I locked the handle from the inside, stepped out, then closed the door behind me. Then I thought, ‘Hey, I should probably lock the dead bolt.’ So I put the key in the hole, attempted to turn it, but it wouldn’t budge. I tried a few times, thinking it was just the humidity being a bitch. But no. I’d grabbed the wrong key.
So basically, I spent about an hour in my back yard, shooting hoops with a beat-up soccer ball, with no shoes, no watches or clocks, and only a home phone. I thought, ‘Okay, this is fine. Mom will be home soon, and she’ll let me in and this will all be done…’
Then soon, the clouds rolled in. Massive grey clouds.
Me: ‘Ooooh, scarrrry. Big grey clouds! What ever shall I do?!’
Nature: Fuck you. (THUNDER)
Me: ….shit.
So yeah. Luckily my mom got home just a few mintues before it started to rain. So that was… lucky. I guess. Sort of. Whatever.
And we can’t forget, all the while I was talking to myself! Yessir, my neighbors that were in their backyards doing graden work and stuff probably looked up and thought, ‘She never was very normal. I new she’d crack in the teenage years. Probably schizo. I wonder how high her dosage is…’
(No insult to schizophrenics everywhere.)
And to top it all off, I had “Jizz in my pants” stuck in my head. Thank you, internet. Thank you so very much. I’ll remember this when I’m older and choosing… well. Nevermind. This was because of a friend. It would be ind of an insult to say ‘I’ll remember this next time I’m choosing friends…’. Yeah.
So. Now I’m totally gonna not tell anyone else about this. Expect I will. Really. Yeah. Bye.
(NOTE: I’m too lazy to do any segments or bits or whatever today. Heh.)
Crap, Tomorrow is MONDAY.
(From April 10th)What the hell iTunes? $1.29 per popular song, $0.99 per most songs, and $0.69? What is wrong with you? This is some real bull shit you’re pulling this time… Well. If anyone is planning a boycott or petition for this, please let me know. Believe it or not, I actually kind of like some of the songs that are selling for $1.29.
I guess it can’t be that bad. The people that like only popular songs will have their wallets hurting within no time. Get a better taste for music, already. But I’m fine. I’m still using the iTunes cards from Christmas.
(Today)
Had to mesh these two posts together because the upper part was done in April. Thought I’d get back to it sooner than I did, but guess not…
It’s mother’s day. I’d upload the picture that I included in my mother’s card, but I’m too much of a lazy ass to scan it. Feh. Oh well. She liked it, I suppose. It’s basically a picture of my rabbit with blood-smothered fangs, devil horns, devil tail, a red pitchfork, red eyes, the number 666 in his ear, and Jingle SATAN right above it. (His name is Jingle, you see.) I think my rabit knew of this because he’s jumped up next to me on my chair and attempted to scratch me a few times.
Oh. And if I hear “Blame It On the Alcohol” one more time, I am going to punch whoever is singing it or playing it. I hate that song with all of my heart.
Speaking of music, let’s see what has recently been ruined for me because of Twilight!
And GASP! Another installment of:
Something is Gravely Wrong With the World
We might as well start slitting our wrists now, because it can only go downhill from here.
Thank you, and good day.
