Firstly, Sarah...whatever the hell you have to say. Go ahead and say it. We're powered by opinions. You could say I'm sounding like a pathetic littl dipshit who need to just calm the fuck down and quit dwelling on little things and focus on the present and time and quit worrying about the future/past and any of my parents probelms because they're their probelms not mine. (I'm saying this without out checking to see if I had any comments on my last post so if you said something along those lines...we think alike)
So basically, after sleeping on the Laz-E-Boy last night, because I saw a spider in my room and it freaked me out, I had some time to think. And I'm kinda tired of over reacting over things so much that no one else needs to because hell I'm doing it for them. So I'll try and stop doing that and maybe I'll quit getting into people's probelms that really aren't my business, well unless they like tell me which by all means do but I'm not going to really pry and be nosey anymore. (Don't expect these miracles overnight)
Let me just say...never sleep on a Laz-E-Boy when the rest of your family is a bunch of early birds. My dad gets up at 3:15 every morning then Mum and Lauren by 5. and Samantha and I tend to just wake up whenever someone wakes us up. Luckily she's got the nice "okay samantha it's time to get up now". I normally get "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" OR it seems to happen a lot but I hear this: "BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE". That is a scarier thing to hear when you wake up.I suppose "GET UP THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE" might be a wee bit worse though.
I really have nothing to say. I looked up some of the videogames Sarah was talking about on google. I guess I'll have to rent them from Blockbuster. I'm anxious to get on that little bus, yes a little bus, and go to school. So boring now. lauren's gone, Samantha's not even here to fight with. Wilson people are in school, Ya'll in school. Basically its just my mom and I running errands. Like today we went to Quakertown. Laughed at these older women who had no idea what the hell they ordered at applebees, like Mashed Potatos. We both nearly fell asleep in the grocery store. I got lost there too. I wandered around determined to not began shouting "MOM! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!". Sadly my determination ended after what seemed like 15 minutes (really about 3 at most). Of course when she comes to me she's like "what the hell are you screaming about? I've been following you the whole time".
Ugh. and that was highlights of my day. Aside from lauren demanding I pick out an outfit for tomorrow like its a ceremony or something. I went along with it and elegantly threw together a panic! at the disco tee, some basic dark wash jeans, and converse...ooooo crafty!. I really don't care..It's just school. I mean I wore the same hoodie basically everyday in 8th grade, though that's a better example of how I get really into something then burn myself out on it...remember my little taco addiction? Now I can't stand the taste of a taco. Much less wear that hoodie again.
I guess I should repaint my nails. They're chipped into oblivion. It looks like I hve a fungus rather than having paint on my nails. I guess it doesn't help that its green. Lincoln Park after Dark seems like a nice color. Besides if it chips *pulls out sharpie*
well I believe its time to straighten my lovely spazzed out dehydrated, coloured locks and then hit the hay for some ZZZ's.
"It's LOVE. Make It Hurt."
