...a long, long, time ago...
So I'm kinda sittin here thinkin about how I suck.
First of all, I totally forgot my parent's anniversary, which was on Tuesday, which means that instead of letting htem have a nice night alone and such, I had 10 people over to fully destroy my house (and bring in ants........ewww)
Second of all, I continue to be in pain, which is rather patheitc. And that missing skin on my hand? Yeah, still kind of impeeding life in general.
And thridly are reasons which I will not state in thsi blog.
God, I'm so lazy, forgive me. I don't feel like imparting my wisdom and whatnot on you all.
Oh, and yeah, I feel unappreciated. I know, tis whiny and selfish of me. But whatever.
Does it mattter what I say or think anymore? Does anyone even read this blog? Besides Elizabeth, anyway, who's life I just saved thank you very much.
..the sun doesn't give the light to the moon assuming the moon's going to owe it one...
Oh, so I read the Daughters of the Moon book 11 today. Those girls are all such whores- kind of like other people I know.
I stayed home today for the most part, besides a trip to Lyla's, which was stupid because: I should have been cleaning; I didn't really want to hang out with anyone; I rode my bike there, even though I'm in an eternal state of pain...and yeah. I didn't really want to be out, so it was stupid, aand as usual, I felt unnecessary. I love how I learned to spell that word! I love how I can type a worthwhile portion of this without looking, and at a decent speed, too. Keyboarding sucks, indeed, but it's actually helping me, so I oughtn't complain.
So, after soccer, I spent the evening at home by myself for the first time all summer. I thought it would be nice to relax, but I instead just remind myself how I'm a failure. Yes...I know, no one wants to hear it, I'll shut up. People say, "no, you don't suck" but no one has any proof. It's all about the proof! Where would CSI be without proof? Nowhere, I say.
...I'll never be what you want me to be...
I wish I was someone else right now. Green with envy, and evil minded besides. God, I'm a horrid person.
...victory's lost, and the losses won...
actually, those lyrics are most likely inaccurate like my typing, as I can't understand that guy's accent v. well.
Well, anyway, I have to clean my room- tis getting a-painted on Saturday! I'm tres excited.
Oh, and so I was trying to decide how I felt about myself, so I did something wierd. I put my RealPlayer on random, and took the first song it heard as a sign or something.
Yeah, Phantom Planet- Big Brat. Way to be me.
...never knowing it was always flesh and lace...
by the way, to those who care, that is so the Jason version of the song, not the Modern English one. Jason has a v. soothing, carefree, amazing voice.
Okay, I best be off. Bye to those who love me.
And there are those of you out there who don't. I know it, there is no need to deny it. I really am such a big brat.
...how can I learn to let go of you...
To finish the day: sleep, keyboarding, stegs, somewhere random, soccer (which I actually don't have tomorrow, as its my day off), somewhere else random, lather, rinse, repeat....

and thats my summer in a predictable nutshell.

yo ho
yo ho
a (bored) pirate's life for
~me

P.S.: to whom it my concern, I talked for a long, long time with elizabeth yesterday, and we're cool, and no, it had nothing to do with Steve, so will people stop asking me that?