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July 11th, 2008

sleep all day [Jul. 11th, 2008|12:33 am]
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[currently residing |my basement, as always]
[feeling | bored]
[tunes |highly illogical - leonard nimoy]

It's unfair, really. I'm on a good sleep schedule lately, and yet all I do is sleep now. I hate sleeping the day away. It's really annoying because I lose track of time and wasting minutes of my life sleeping is the worst feeling ever. ): And it's not like I really have the option to just stop staying up until 3 every night. I mean, I have to talk to Nick, otherwise I'd become this obsessive blogger who put in a post like.... 7 times a day because I don't like talking to anyone else.
Speaking of those people, they scare me. Two posts a day every now and then is okay, but like, 3 or more a day is very creepy. It's called 'getting a cell phone and some friends to text.'
I mean, really. Speaking from experience, having enough friends ask you daily 'wuts up' through texting... It really will make you not want to write down what happened during your day, once again.
On that note, all of the cell phones in the house have been turned off. Why? WE'RE TOO POOR TO PAY THE BILL! WHOO! So I don't have texting right now, yet I still keep receiving text messages from people. Do you guys just not get it? I don't know, the fault probably rests with me because I can't text you back saying I don't have texting. My phone makes a little beeping noise at me and says, 'SMS BLOCKED. TRY AGAIN LATER.' Again, because we haven't payed the bill. :/ I pray I have texting before Warped Tour, because Chelsea might not be able to bring her phone and I need to text a few people to find out if we can meet up. Namely, Gabriel. I love that Mexican and want to meet up with him, at least for a little bit, at Warped. (:
Ugh. Yeah. Speaking of which, Warped this year might actually be pretty painful. Chelsea (my best friend in the whole entire fucking universe and the only person that means more to me than anything everrrr) informed me that a whole shitload of emo motherfuckers from our elementary school and her current (SOON TO BE MY) high school want to hang out at Warped. Plus a bunch of preppy Henrico fuckers will be there.
It's like, 'If you're going for one goddamn band, then just don't go at all.' And I swear to God if any of the preps I know from my school/county are in the Reel Big Fish pit, I WILL FLIP SHIT AND KNOCK THEM OUT. SKA IS NOT WHAT YOU LIKE AND DON'T FUCKING FAKE THAT YOU DO.
God, that pisses me off. Like, seriously. Don't go see a band that you've 'always wanted to hear' and hum along to the songs and look around like 'omg am i cool nowz?' Fuck. That.

But now that I think about it, I'm pretty much a Warped Tour snob. Haha. BUT I HAVE REASON TO BE! I've only met a few cool people there. Everyone else is just there to either buy cheap shit or see like 2 bands out of the hundred or so that are there.
0MG L3T'5 G0 S33 B0YZ L1K3 G1RLZ!

Anyway, I'm sure I'm gonna be writing about Warped a lot more than I should for the next few days, so that's all I'm going to say for tonight. On a lighter note, I need to put more pictures on my deviantArt. I'm thinking about doing a photoshoot this weekend, maybe. I need to think up a concept, though. Pin-up would be cool. But, if my mom'll let me get a gangster shirt while we're at Rue21 getting aviators for Warped, I'm gonna do a kind-of retro 80's shoot. Hopefully I'll get some good out of that.
Seriously, I need a tripod. Or someone to take pictures of me that I don't feel embarrassed asking, 'Hey, will you take this picture of me?' And I don't even know why that's so embarrassing for me. Maybe, it's just that I'm the only person who knows how to take pictures of me. Like, from what angles and positions. And, I'm very picky with my shots. Like, it has to be a certain way, otherwise I hate it. I have a mental picture of what I want it to be in my mind and if it doesn't match that than I get angry.

Oh, and on a closing note for tonight, can you believe Newports cost $4.15 a box? I mean, they're good and all, and all I want to smoke right now, but FUCK! I don't like spending more than $3.50 on smokes!
OH MY GOD I NEED A JOBBB. ):

Anyways, I leave you with this:


My beautiful, future car: a blue and yellow El Camino. <3


Later!
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dreams [Jul. 11th, 2008|06:01 pm]
[Tags|]
[currently residing |my living room]
[feeling | awake]
[tunes |people talking]

Aww, dude. It's 3 p.m. and I've just woken up, but I had the most fucked-up dream last night. And I seriously have to write it down before I forget it.

Okay, so apparently, it all took place in my dad's neighborhood. And Cavin's family lived with us, except his dad was the Capulet's father in the new Romeo + Juliet. So he and I were hanging out, and we were on the front porch and it was pouring down rain. He was like, tickling me and stuff, and we were laughing, and then we decided to go for a walk, even though it was raining. So, he and I start to walk, and then like out of nowhere he gets a bike. So he's biking and I'm laughing at him, and he bikes off and then turns around and throws an umbrella at me. So, I open up the umbrella and it's a teeny little globe umbrella that is really high up in the air and does nothing, so we throw it to the side. So I decide to go chill at the house across the street and he goes back to the house.
I go into the house next door and Carlos is there, so he and I decide to go for another walk. Then, for some reason, we decide to hide in a ditch, and the umbrella SHOWS BACK UP IN CARLOS'S HAND. So, he chucks it, and we didn't notice this guy standing right next to us, and Carlos barely hits his hand, and the guy's like, "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK YOU HIT ME!!!" and Carlos says, "Dude, chill, we barely hit you." and the guy says, "NO WAI I'M GOING TO SUE." so we like, back up back into the house while this guy's yelling at us and for some reason, two random little girls and Holly and Billy Norwood were there, just in the house, so we end up in a closet and I explain that he can't sue us because we have too much shit going on in our lives for that, and then he just kept yelling. So, Billy and he start screaming at each other and then they get into a physical fight and the guy whips out this HUGE butcher's knife and starts trying to stab Billy. They end up taking the fight outside and start rolling around on a table by the pool outside, and then Billy gets the knife from the guy and then just KEEPS STABBING HIM. Billy gets up and I look at Garreth (who randomly showed up) and was like, "... Is he dead?" and Billy pushes the body into the pool and he and Holly run away into the night and I look at Garreth and I ask, "Is this a dream or is this real?" The last thing I heard in the dream was Garreth saying "I dunno, it was really realistic and there's stuff being projected on the window over the-"
And then Garreth started yelling at the dog in real life and it woke me up.
So it was weird, man. Really, really weird. o_o
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