Thursday, January 6, 2011

I'm exhausted.


I'm gonna find something to eat, stare at this delicious picture again, & go to bed.
Thank God for athletes...

Goodnight. <3

Current Nails:


Just ate Ihop, then went to Target.
Now I'm having mood swings.
Ugh.

Icing (brand)- Mint 2 Be

Nope.
New year, Same Mariah.
I spent the day with 3 of my friends & I felt like I couldn't shut the fuck up.
I was sitting in the backseat with another friend in the beginning of the day, then one friend went home & I was the only one riding in the backseat.
Fine by me.
I just felt like a yippy little chihuahua, barking like the mailman just showed up.
I guess I'm not used to going out, especially with friends & I got excited.
I'm thinking I should lay low for the next few days.
Anyway, to add insult to injury, I we stopped by our college so we could pick up our parking decals for the Spring semester. The dude handing out the forms & decals was the most gorgeous guy I've seen all year (crazy, I know).
He seemed nice enough before we approached him; he was talking to some guy about how his father just retired after working for 30 years.
...Then he became dramatically less friendly when my friend & I approached him. He didn't once make eye contact, didn't ask us the questions he asked my other friend, then muttered "here's this" while handing me the decal.
What the fuck?
Clearly, 2011 hasn't changed my luck with boys.
I hope I don't run into him again when school starts up. Just cause he's a dick doesn't mean I'm not still gonna have a crush on him.
Maybe he's just mood swinging like I am. I hear, guys PMS too.
Whatever.
I know I need to be more aggressive when it comes to boys but, I'm a quiet person by nature & I don't think anything is going to change that.
Isn't there a decent looking dude who enjoys quiet chicks, out there?
I thought guys don't like it when chicks talk, anyway?

It's too early to write the entire year off.
But, shit.
What a fucking weirdo that dude was...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Is it just me,


or does Jess sound stupid as fuck in this interview?
"Um..um...um...ummmmm...um..."
So much for serious topics.
Get it together, girl.

Just Ordered:


I was trying to fight it off but, I got it.

...And $3.99 for shipping?
Forget Tucker Max, Barnes & Noble will gladly fuck you in the ass.

Random Daily Haiku:

I'm sick of waiting
For you to move, speak, or breathe
Let's end this game now

Welcome Back to My Life:


<3

Just Ordered:


I've been going back & forth about whether or not I wanted to order it, for about 2 weeks now.
I'm glad I did.
I don't really care what people think about Tucker Max & his stories. Even if they're all lies, he's an incredible writer & I've spent the last 4 years laughing at I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell.
I'm stoked.

Current Nails:


My nails are skank-long.

Sally Hansen- Thinking of Blue

Monday, January 3, 2011

Random...Nightly Haiku:

I'm moving slowly
But at least I am moving
Give me some credit

Well...


I've had a draft in my posts, I'd written about Hayley Williams & how she has completely changed not only as a frontwoman but seemingly as a person in my eyes. Ironically, a couple weeks ago, Zac & Josh quit Paramore & exposed Hayley & the band for what it really is (or is not).
Unfortunately, none of it was really surprising.
It's a shame.
Zac is hands down THE best drummer in that scene & they're not going to find anyone better.
I'm not sure how the draft I'd written before is going to look now but, I'm sure it'll show up on here at some point.
I wish the remaining members of Paramore the best.
I wish we could go back to the All We Know is Falling days...

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Fuck Off.

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