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| You are ahead by a century, But this is our life, And dissapointing you's gettin' me down. |
| Well, It is Sunday....8:05..Pretty boring. My parents have this friend over, who is BEYOND annoying. I can't stand ppl who yell when they talk, and I was scared of her ever since i was 3 because she only has one leg...ANYWAYS. They are playing loud weird music int he speakers behind me..which means i can't have my tunes. NOOOOO. So, this weekend I threw my friends a "surprise" party. I wouldn't call it a surprise though, because of course they found out. You (if anyone is reading this) would not beleive how much pizza i have consumed this weekend. That's so interesting isn't it? Well I am not in the greatest of moods, so maybe talking to myself on here will make it better. Sometimes i wish i was five years old again, so that i could have an imaginary friend. I used to have one. His name was Bernard. He was a dog who lived in a barn up the road. He ate licorice all day..and we would play underneath my bed. But, sadly, he left me once i reached kindergarten. Hmmm this is really long. I really wonder who ACTUALLY takes the time and patience to read my constand ramblings... Hmmm I am trying to keep my head clear, But ppl are pissing me off at the moment. Isn't it funny, how when people are bored, they find joy in making others feel bad? I really do not understand this. Does it make them feel better about what they are? About the fact that they have no lives, so they make other's misserable? dazed and confused...Erin |