Well hello ya'll
So before the loverly cookout guess who had a major meltdown that reduced me to crying, silent screams and clawing at various appendages. Yes that would be me. Ugh. That was fun. And I'm sitting here in the car crying and my mouths making all the shapes of screaming and I'm nearly stabbing a pen into my leg and stupid dad feels the need to pull the car over and ask me what's wrong. I guess I should be happy he cared but he probably only wants me to stop crying cause its annoying. mutter. I mean like I'm going to talk to him or tell him anything. And thankfully I made that clear cause I told him just that. Well we finally arrived at the cookout and I was fine after a loverly cool down conversation with my self. The burgers were good. And so was the water melon. And that was pretty much all I ate. I pretty much stayed inside in this chair in the corner of a small room reading and then playing Brain Age on DS. I mean I don't need to make an appearance plus it was hot and there wasn't any room more me to sit in a chair out there. oh well.
Now were painting me mums room and the computer room in which I am currently situated. It is now a darkish green color. I'm sure it sounds kind of icky but it looks nice. And mums room is being painted a lighter green ((cause her room and the comp. room are connected)) And we got 2 paint selection for the living room which I painted on the wall ((like as test patches)) and I think there gonna paint that room and even lighter shade of green. Ugh. TOO MUCH GREEEEEEN. I mean greens nice and all but I'm gonna go crazy in a mentally sound kind of way.
Wow. You know I feel quite insignificant with this little entry compared to all ya'll who write massive essays and well Beth hasn't posted anything yet so I can sort of feel slightly proud. ~shrugs~ And I feel the need to say that I agree that life is boring. And why can't something happen.. Well a GOOD something. Ugh. We give life to much of an expectation. We expect it to be this awesome thing cause our parents build it up so much when were little. And then we get older and we realize that there’s nothing all that awesomely great about it except that its better then dying. We’re always wanting certain things to take place and hoping that these cool things happen to us but it always seems to happen to someone else. So I guess YaY for that lucky bastard. ~sigh~ Well I’ll end this seemingly pointless and pessimistic post cause breakfast just arrived. And well I’m hungry. Peaceage out
“Who needs affection when I have blind hatred”
