I am in the best mood for the most retarded reason.

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I've been in one of my crazy recluse moods all week. I turned off my phone (as if anyone ever calls me), locked myself in my room, and opened all the windows so I could hear the rain storm. And...I WROTE! Actually, it was rather pathetic what I wrote. It was nothing more than a puny paragraph, in which I compared a rainstorm to an opera. It can ( Read more... )

I had a good time yesterday. Nothing like getting your ass pinched multiple times during Taking Back Sunday or having some old guy say "Finally some 'hotties'" when me and Caity walked by. He called me "Sunshine"- What the fuck? But actually, I had an amazing time. I saw Bryan Hoffman walking around with nothing but a box on... I was about to ( Read more... )

Today I went to the mall to see Ashley Simpson. Actually, I'm convinced that Caity and I were the only people on Long Island who didn't. While the whole world was worshiping the "punk rock princess", we were in Rockville Centre. I bought a movie just because Antonio Banderas is in it. It's called "the 13th Warrior". It was an absolute joke; ( Read more... )

I don't understand how people can listen to a song with lyrics like "You make me wanna la la" or "Roses really smell like poo poo" Is that talent? Is that what it takes to become filthy rich- some cheesy line? You could probably combine the two songs into "You make me wanna poo poo" and people would probably listen to it. Is this what the world ( Read more... )

I renamed my cat Kevin. Tomorrow Ann's going to the mall to see Ashley Simpson. My sister, who hates Ann (no offense), now wants to be best friends forever with her because my sister loves Ashley Simpson, too. If I had a reality tv show, I'd be cool. Maybe, I'll make one.

My mom told me that all I ever talk about is god and the stories I'm writing. She told me I should pretend I was someone else and be normal for one day. Of course, I take a simple task and complicate it. I've made my normal alter ego have a whole complex life. This alter ego then became the basis of another plot for another story. My mom ( Read more... )

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I hate Eddie Mooney sometimes. He called me while I was in my heartbroken emo drunk misery (yea, it's like that) and told me to go hang out with him. Caity convinced me to go. My parents were out to dinner and I used my window exit. So at 8:30 I walked to East Rockaway and met Eddie Mooney and his friend Scott across the street from Wendy's and ( Read more... )

At five in the morning I was searching for the TBS video on Mtv, and this "Choose or Loose" thing came on, and 'P Diddy' was interviewing pepole on their views and whatnot. I was like "god, I don't care what P Diddy has to say about this. Play the goddamn video so I can go to bed." and then Hilary Clinton came on and I was like "I don't care ( Read more... )