Original entry: Title: 4:20, Bitches Date: 13 February, 2005 Listening To: Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart Feeling: cold It's 4:21 (am) and I've got the munchies. Just thought I'd share. ^_^ I think I'll go poke the snoring, sleeping, cold person who stole all my blankets on the couch and then go to sleep. I'll eat the whole jar of peanut butter in the morning. Or, you know, now. Hehe, sleepy-head over here is allergic. I should put it on her... Nah. Cold. I go now. ~ Beth -------------------------------------------------------------------- ( a bit later ) Well, I thought it was funny at the time. Anyway. Life's uneventful. I've been home, sick. In a bit of a bondagey mood, since I crave both sex and violence... The general lack of both lately has been... annoying. I feel empty inside because I need a boy to love me. Isn't that just the most emo thing you've ever heard? I should shoot myself. Being emo can be fun... But it's really not the brightest idea... There are a lot of much better ways to go. BEING A DRUGGIE IS NOT ONE OF THEM. Heh. Just to clarify and all. The best way to be is preppy. Then you can be oblivious to all the world's problems and giggle and make fun of people and always have a good time. Besides which, they're at the least genuinely happy. Which can be refreshing at times, I must admit. But then they act like complete bitches and make fun of retarded kids, and that's where I draw some sort of line... At least in public, making fun of retarded kids isn't cool. Especially if they can hear you. I'm gonna go drink some mouthwash, and hopefully my gingivitis will go away. And some brain cells along with it... Heh. I wrote this right after the other one was finished. So, yeah. I still think it's funny. And it's now 4:32 am. And I still need some sleep. And I'm listening to a different Joy Division song. Don't know what it's called. Eh. Anyway. I hope I win at least one of the poetry contests I'm entered in... Hey, go down to my last entry and check out my poems. Feel free to leave comments on them here, I need all the feedback I can get to improve them for the contest. Thanks... ------------------------------------------------------------------- ( the next day ) I got arrested yesterday. For shoplifting. I'm glad. I got my morals back. Morgan says she's never going to do it again and I hope to God that's true. I'm gonna try to get back into religion -- I know Christianity isn't completely right, but That Which Is and controls the universe has shown me that it is an acceptable way to think of things. Going to church feels nice, anyway. It was priceless though: I was reading my bible while they read my friend her rights. And she read the bible while they read me mine. Which I think is cute. Plus, I got to ride in the back of a police car. Fun. I just had to keep my head down the whole time because that's really really shameful and I wouldn't want to be seen as a criminal -- because I'm not, and never will be again. The seats in the back of a cop car are hard plastic, and the seatbelts aren't for safety (well, of the person wearing them at least). The seatbelts get you strapped in really tight, and have a handle the police officer can pull that will really hurt you if you try anything. It was fun though. And I'm glad I got caught. It's inspired me to write a book. I've got a few chapters down already. Yeah. So that would be the end of my tale. Other than the events of today: - It's my mom's birthday and she's getting drunk for the last time (again). - My social studies teacher sent me a flower-gram and I felt like a dork, but it was really sweet. - I told my social studies teacher about the getting arrested for shoplifting bit. He was just as disappointed as any of my family members. And showed more concern. He's great. Yeah. I think if I ever run away, I'll live at school. Which is depressing in a way, but it's also very convenient. And I like school, pretty much. It's better than sitting around at home all day. So that's my story. Hope you enjoyed it. ~ Liz-Beth the juvenile delinquent who now owes the government $204.89 and has to go to court. And will never to bad stuff again, cross my heart and hope to die.