Here’s some nonsense.

February 26, 2010

In the past 48 hours I have taken 4 planes, endured 7 hours worth of driving, been in 5 states, and changed my clothes 9 times. I discovered that swanky hotels are pretentious, swanky hotel stuff is worth stealing, nothing in Cleveland is good, stewardesses on ghetto planes are way better than the ones on the nice planes, guidos really do exist, and that my family likes to serve alcohol at a 10 a.m. breakfast. Jesus Christ I could use a workout. But I guess even though my motion sickness is acting up at the moment, I’ll get used to the constant traveling that awaits me with Americorps in August. 😀


Here’s a present for you, blog.

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Interesting.

February 22, 2010

Today, I went to my gym. I was wearing this old cutoff muscle shirt that has a big Autobot mask on the front and “straight edge” in huge letters at the top. While I was using a machine, a girl told me she liked my shirt. Because I’m apparently a pretentious douchebag, I automatically assumed that this girl was referring to the Transformers reference, with no idea what “straight edge” means. Then she showed me her XXX tattoos, and told me she regretted them because it wasn’t something she stuck with, and told me that it was good that I had made that descision for my life. Funny thing is, until that point, I wasn’t having a good day at all. And although I don’t have a clue who this girl was, and I’ll probably never see her again, I would like her to know that she turned my mood around today.

The little things in life are what you’re supposed to get excited about. Sometimes I think I’m the only person that realizes that.

All I can say is…

February 21, 2010

ALL MY HEROES ARE DEAD. ;]
Oh Comeback Kid, I do love you. Please get back to this town soon.

We’ve been counting down your days, going over every false thing you say.
We wish it could be different, we wished you stayed the same.
Tearing down our idols, living life our own way.
Taking the chance to say, all my heroes are dead.
All my heroes are dead.

Mmmm.

February 17, 2010

In an effort to get back into writing again, and in an effort to complain about my life before I freak out about everything wrong in a highly embarassing public situation, I’m joining the trendy world of blogging. I’m going to talk about my life and stuff. And I’m already boring myself. So, in short, I will not violate my privacy by spilling my guts and my life to the e-world, where the things I say will be offered to anyone that cares to poke it with a stick. But I will be occasionally sharing my trials and tribulations. Starting now.

1. Today I broke up with my manfriend. He was my first ever boyfriend [I’m 18, aren’t I cool?] because he was one of only two guys that has ever had my heart and the only one that didn’t break it once he had control of it. He is a wonderful person, I hope I didn’t hurt him, and I feel like we each said what we needed to say. I mean, the breakup sucks, but I’m kind of looking forward to life as a single girl again. I also feel guilty thinking about how ‘single’ I liked to act all the time. Part of this was probably because I wanted this day to be easier to adjust to whenever it came. But honestly, that was never me, and I feel like I should have tried harder with this. I’m trying not to drive myself insane with coulda-shoulda-woulda, but considering this is the second time in my life I’ve actually felt this sort of pain in the heart kinda way, I think I deserve it. But if I keep it up it’ll cramp my style so you know.
“If you hold back on the emotions–if you don’t allow yourself to go all the way through them–you can never get to being detached, you’re too busy being afraid.”
Tuesdays with Morrie

2. I cannot wait to graduate. I can, however, wait to start missing everyone I was around for 4 years. I can wait to get kicked out of my house once I’m 18 [unless I find a job in our garbage economy, which isn’t faring well]. I can wait to drift from the people I have all my memories wit. I can wait to not be able to yell at my teachers, to ditch school and detentions and to feel rebellious and cool for NOT wearing dress code color shirts. I can wait to grow up. But geeze, I wanna stop waking up at 6:49 a.m.. 😛

3. I hate the number three and all things associated.

4. Now I’m better because it’s not a 3. 😀 Rhinocerous is playing a show in two weeks. I’m getting out of this city for a few days next week. I’m excited for life, all things aside.

Now in the white flames of burning flags we found a world worth dying for, yeah.
We’ve been battered so hard that we don’t feel anymore.