Listening to: Maneater - Nelly Furtado
I'm all super nice and warm.
And looking back on that other entry really makes me laugh. Especially the part with "flying fuckkity mcfuck" because that was a stroke of pure genius on my part.
Yes, thank you, thank you, save your applause.
Na na na na na naaaaaaaa~
I figured I should really make a real, honest to goodness, SitD entry. Because the only real ones I've made lately have been about life, sucking, as it so often does. And really, my life doesn't suck that much, but when I only put the sucky parts in here, people think it does. But it doesn't. Me and life? We're cool. Def.
I was reading really old entries, for some...really weird reason, don't ask me why. I think it's cause I was super bored, as I so often am these days (I need to find more RPing sites...or, y'know, get off my ass once in a while...but why would I do that?) and etc.
And mostly, I was surprised by looking at entries from a year ago...
I was such a frigging dork. Seriously. Why didn't anybody tell me? I thought I was super cool/awesome/dashityo. Yeah, I really wasn't. Ew, God, what was wrong with me? It's like...looking back at a yearbook when you're fifteen million years old, and going "what the HELL was I thinking?"
Its seriously the same thing. Eww, I just can't get over how weird I typed...I still said "lol" or...or even worse, "LoL"
I wanna know why I changed all the sudden? Maybe because I changed friends? Well, not really changed friends, but added friends, you know, and I felt like I should impress them with my superly awesome skills? It probably changed around UPROAR, actually, because I had to RP in full sentences.
FULL SENTENCES?! WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS SORT OF RPING EXISTED?! I like my full sentences. It gives me the feeling like I'm writing a story...without actually having to put the effort into writing a story. That's pretty damn awesome. Except when its in a dry spell, and I'm like aldkfjasdifjasodfiasfosjdf dyingggggggggggg. Like crack or something. Which would explain my sudden addiction to writing really random one-shots. Going from crack to heroin, excellent.
Don't ask why the drug references. I was going to use sex references, but then I was like "ehhh..." because I've had enough of that for a lifetime, kthnx. It makes my soul feel dirty, but that's for another entry.
Anyways, I dunno what else to write about really, I pretty much exhausted myself there, with the longest blog entry that doesn't include a song, or so.
Hmmmmm, what else...what else.
Have I gushed about the BF lately? Because I really like doing that for some reason. Maybe it's cause I have one or something. Mehhh, I'm weird like that. Unlike my friends who gush over many different hot guys in the course of one day, I just like to pick one, and silently day-dream about my wedding/honeymoon/happily ever after. Goddamn, I'm really boring. I can't even fantasize about hot random sex or something. Its like a freaking Disney princess party in my head. Eesh.
Not that I want hot random sex or anything, because that's sketch, and somewhat scary.
Have I mentioned that I think I'm afraid of sex? Honest to God. It seems like a great idea, in principle. But then you REALLY think about it...and I keep going "...and why do I want to do that again?" I mean...I'm sure it's TTLY AWESOME DUDE!11!!![/surfer voice], because people keep doing it. But I dunno. Maybe I'm coital phobic? Or maybe it's my bad experience with kissing that one time. Eeew. Let's just forget that ever happened. Maybe if I made out with someone (not somebody random...BF? Yes. Ehe. Let's go with that.) and discovered, that hey, this shit ain't so bad, I'd want it more or something? Meh. As of right this moment in time, it just seems like a very awkward process, with not a lot of payoff, besides the possible STD's/pregnancy. At least for the girl. The guy gets to go around and go "YO, I GOT SOME" and all the other guys go "DUDE, O RLY?!" And then he's like "YA RLY" and they're like "NO WAI" and then he's a playa, he's got some status, blah blah blah blah.
WHICH BRINGS ME TO ANOTHER THING--*played out by the orchestra*
You know, in a half a year, I'm going to look back at this, and think what the hell was I thinking.