Nope, no idea. No idea about anything. No idea why I'm alive. Hello? What is my purpose anyway? I think mostly I'm just good at being irritating.
I don't understand this 'friend' concept either. Morgan gave me a ride home from the concert last night (eventually... >.<). We ran into a friend of hers right before we left and they hugged like... like... o.o Like they would never stop! I was honestly getting bored! And then they linked arms and we all walked out to the car...
Amy doesn't even let me poke her. I accidently lean in to far and I don't even touch her but get close and she gets weird about it! "Hey there!" She says, leaning back.
I say she's a fucking weirdo. And old friend came into town and she was completely and utterly not going to give her a hug... we hadn't seen her for month and she didn't want to hug her friend. Not once. She did, eventually, because I'm bitchy. But lord...
But she'll make out with college guys. She's either extremely horny or she needs to work on getting her priorities straight...
Sombody kill me plee-eease! Oh somebody kill me pleee-eease! I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please! Kiiii-iiill me! I want to diii-iiie! Put a bullet in my heeeee-eeee-eee-eeeaaaad!
It's amusing... ^___^ You can hear me in "My Boyfriend's Back". I'm trying to figure out whether I can put just that bit on the web because it's funny...
My 'sexy' voice! #^.^# I'm damn seductive when I wanna be...
Now I want last year's Pops concert too! Whaaa...
And I want to get a buzz cut... Must convince father and friends that it's a good idea...
Current Music
'It Don't Mean a Thing if it Ain't Got That Swing'- Pops
If there's anyone out there in Internet land who'd like to babble with me, my AIM handle is DScull264. I don't have ICQ (and could never get it to work) so don't bother with that...
But I am bored. Really bored. I'm also shy (no, really, I am) which is why I don't go and instant message people on my own. But I do talk. I say some really stupid stuff sometimes, but I do talk.
O.O Art is wearing a purple shirt, fake purple nails, and Greg has the SUPER bright red hair. And they're singing 'Santa Monica'.
Go to the above url. Down at the bottom of the page there is a link that says "Watch the video- Hero/Heroe". Click on the first one; the second on is in Spanish. ^__^ Make sure you have RealPlayer too... that's how it... runs...
Beware: video is sappy, melodramatic, and it abounds in het romance (also proving that Jennifer Love Hewitt cannot get a credible acting job anymore). He doesn't put on his Wolfwood suit until the end. Plus, the ending is somewhat reminiscent of the ending to the actual Trigun series... ;__; If you catch my drift. Spoiler, spoiler.
As cheesy as it really is... *quietly edits out Hewitt and inserts a wee bitty Vash* There. Much better.
I went browsing through the rotten.com archives for no particular reason other than boredom (now, you see, this is why people should talk to me).
It just startled me what awful, awful things human beings do to other human beings.
And then there are some suicide photos from the 1960s which are deeply effective. A woman slumped behind the bathroom door in a pool of her own blood. A man in a bathrobe sitting in a lawn chair. A girl in bed, the gun by her hand. Rotten.com says of them "Photos like this have an odd quaintness to them, as if you're looking at old vacation photos gone horribly wrong." And it's the truth. These people were alive. And now they're dead.
It's sad. It's pathetic. Why did these people commit suicide, I wonder? Why were they murdered? The gore doesn't shock me or disgust me any longer. It's the thought of what can happen to us, what does happen in daily life... One photo of a murdered homosexual dance teacher struck me a bit hard...
I've heard black kids and Muslim kids at school say that when they hear about a hate crime against their race or religion, they personally feel threatened. I thought, and still think, that that's somewhat silly. Still... I see why they would feel like that. Sometimes I do too. Because there are people out there who hate me without ever having seen me for my personal beliefs, sexual orientation, skin color, ethnicity, whatever. And I can't change that...
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