jesus christ...
deny your maker.
as of recent, i have been told that i "have a hate for humanity that fails to rival any other."
i think they're right.
(they=john and josh)
i mean, can you blame me?
seriously... people are stupid.
i'm stupid too, but i don't have to deal with myself face to face.
if i did, i'd have probably shoved my head up my ass years ago.
and that's the truth.
sidenote:
and i was reading back over this,
which i do with all my posts,
because i loathe typos and stupid mistakes
and i realized that i have a lot of thoughts
on this whole "hating humanity" thing,
but i'll elaborate later.
i have to go out to dinner with a good friend of mine,
and i'm sorry,
but this good friend hops in front of livejournal in the "importance line."
bet you didn't think there was such a line.
but there is.
also, i'm full of shit.
since my last real post, i have driven down to auburn, al,
which is a five hour drive from nashville,
and then come back.
(google maps says it's a 6 hour drive, but i'm pretty sure they don't know what they're talking about, because i don't speed.*)
but actually, that was all within a good 24 hours.
wednesday and thursday.
the reason i subjected myself to this cruel and unusual punishment was merely because i wanted my stuff.
what was my stuff doing there?
well, let me explain:
anne was born.
anne went to school.
anne graduated highschool.
anne went to college.
anne quit college.
get it?
ok, good.
but the thing is, i quit college over the summer, while all my stuff was left in auburn.
and i had to go get it before my lease was up.
speaking of my lease, i need to send in my last rent check.
awesome.
anyway, i drove my mom's minivan all the way down to auburn,
packed it,
and brought all my shit back,
unloaded it,
and now it's in piles in my room.
i have a lot of shit i don't need.
maybe i should sell it on ebay like that guy who decided to go cross country and couldn't take his stuff,
so he put everything on ebay and accompanied it with a story about why it meant something to him.
that's pretty awesome.
and i'd do it,
but i don't think me and my bulletin board really have a story, per say.
unless, of course, you consider this a story:
i was going to college, so i decided i wanted a bulletin board. i went to office depot and got one.
yeah, that doesnt really have much of a ring to it.
i don't think it'd get many bids on ebay.com.
therefore, i'm not going to sell it on ebay,
i'm going to pack it up and put it in the attic/take it to goodwill/toss it.
i'm not sure why i held onto most of this stuff.
honestly, i have pack rat tendencies.
i keep things because
a) they really do mean something to me.
b) i think they'll be useful in the near future.
c) i like them a lot.
unfortunately, i usually find a reason for everything i have to fall into one of these categories.
and i usually am s t r e c h i n g it a lot.
but then there's the other side of me that randomly one day,
gets sick of looking at all the shit i have, and completely goes off the deep end starts purging.
if i open a box and the stuff on the top layer is shit i don't want to deal with anymore?
i toss my body out the window the whole box.
i don't even look at what's in the bottom.
and you know what? you should never do this, because often enough,
it'll be something really really really really important to you like your life little bunny: pinky who you had since birth.
and you may die cry.
i'm talking from experience, people.
but guess what?
i still use this technique to this day.
even after all the heartache from losing pinky and various other random & meaningful things,
i still do the same old shit.
i think i just get so overwhelmed by all the stuff laying around me, that i think,
"hey if i die get some of this shit out of the way, then i could totally never have to deal with this get this done faster."
apparently dead/faster/unthorough=better.
moral of the story? i'm suicidal careless and i'm doing nothing to change it.
i'm also not looking for unpacking tips,
i read back over that, and it kinda of looks like i was asking for advice.
i'm not.
i'm just merely telling you some of the shit that goes down in my bedroom when i have a lot of stuff, that's all.
and to be completely random:
apparently, i'm funny.
up until recently, i had never really been told this.
ok, i'm lying, i have been told that before, but i never really believed it.
and still, don't really.
i basically fill you in on my life, and you laugh?
awesome.
that's audience participation right there, biatches.
and i'm all for it.
*=i learned my lesson.
i used to speed, but they i got a ticket.
and you know what?
it made a lot of sense to no longer speed.
it's unnecessary.
i like fast cars, but you know what?
70 mph is fast enough.
although i do follow this driving law,
i never wear my seatbelt.
so if i get into a wreck?
yeah, i'm fucked regardless how fast i was going.
as of recent, i have been told that i "have a hate for humanity that fails to rival any other."
i think they're right.
(they=john and josh)
i mean, can you blame me?
seriously... people are stupid.
i'm stupid too, but i don't have to deal with myself face to face.
if i did, i'd have probably shoved my head up my ass years ago.
and that's the truth.
sidenote:
and i was reading back over this,
which i do with all my posts,
because i loathe typos and stupid mistakes
and i realized that i have a lot of thoughts
on this whole "hating humanity" thing,
but i'll elaborate later.
i have to go out to dinner with a good friend of mine,
and i'm sorry,
but this good friend hops in front of livejournal in the "importance line."
bet you didn't think there was such a line.
but there is.
also, i'm full of shit.
since my last real post, i have driven down to auburn, al,
which is a five hour drive from nashville,
and then come back.
(google maps says it's a 6 hour drive, but i'm pretty sure they don't know what they're talking about, because i don't speed.*)
but actually, that was all within a good 24 hours.
wednesday and thursday.
the reason i subjected myself to this cruel and unusual punishment was merely because i wanted my stuff.
what was my stuff doing there?
well, let me explain:
anne was born.
anne went to school.
anne graduated highschool.
anne went to college.
anne quit college.
get it?
ok, good.
but the thing is, i quit college over the summer, while all my stuff was left in auburn.
and i had to go get it before my lease was up.
speaking of my lease, i need to send in my last rent check.
awesome.
anyway, i drove my mom's minivan all the way down to auburn,
packed it,
and brought all my shit back,
unloaded it,
and now it's in piles in my room.
i have a lot of shit i don't need.
maybe i should sell it on ebay like that guy who decided to go cross country and couldn't take his stuff,
so he put everything on ebay and accompanied it with a story about why it meant something to him.
that's pretty awesome.
and i'd do it,
but i don't think me and my bulletin board really have a story, per say.
unless, of course, you consider this a story:
i was going to college, so i decided i wanted a bulletin board. i went to office depot and got one.
yeah, that doesnt really have much of a ring to it.
i don't think it'd get many bids on ebay.com.
therefore, i'm not going to sell it on ebay,
i'm going to pack it up and put it in the attic/take it to goodwill/toss it.
i'm not sure why i held onto most of this stuff.
honestly, i have pack rat tendencies.
i keep things because
a) they really do mean something to me.
b) i think they'll be useful in the near future.
c) i like them a lot.
unfortunately, i usually find a reason for everything i have to fall into one of these categories.
and i usually am s t r e c h i n g it a lot.
but then there's the other side of me that randomly one day,
gets sick of looking at all the shit i have, and completely goes off the deep end starts purging.
if i open a box and the stuff on the top layer is shit i don't want to deal with anymore?
i toss my body out the window the whole box.
i don't even look at what's in the bottom.
and you know what? you should never do this, because often enough,
it'll be something really really really really important to you like your life little bunny: pinky who you had since birth.
and you may die cry.
i'm talking from experience, people.
but guess what?
i still use this technique to this day.
even after all the heartache from losing pinky and various other random & meaningful things,
i still do the same old shit.
i think i just get so overwhelmed by all the stuff laying around me, that i think,
"hey if i die get some of this shit out of the way, then i could totally never have to deal with this get this done faster."
apparently dead/faster/unthorough=better.
moral of the story? i'm suicidal careless and i'm doing nothing to change it.
i'm also not looking for unpacking tips,
i read back over that, and it kinda of looks like i was asking for advice.
i'm not.
i'm just merely telling you some of the shit that goes down in my bedroom when i have a lot of stuff, that's all.
and to be completely random:
apparently, i'm funny.
up until recently, i had never really been told this.
ok, i'm lying, i have been told that before, but i never really believed it.
and still, don't really.
i basically fill you in on my life, and you laugh?
awesome.
that's audience participation right there, biatches.
and i'm all for it.
*=i learned my lesson.
i used to speed, but they i got a ticket.
and you know what?
it made a lot of sense to no longer speed.
it's unnecessary.
i like fast cars, but you know what?
70 mph is fast enough.
although i do follow this driving law,
i never wear my seatbelt.
so if i get into a wreck?
yeah, i'm fucked regardless how fast i was going.