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Alright, well, I'm done with the "lovey dovey" posts, because I feel that they're such a problem and I think I need to stop writing about someone who I love more than everyone elsemost likely go too far, and hurt them. Oh wait, I'm not talking about me. Nevermind.
I'm going to Bellevue, Iowa for the weekend. I mean, really, it's on thing if they make me work all weekend, or don't let me go anywhere or whatever. But forcing me to go to Iowa is seriously a punishment, but this time will be worse than usually for a few reasons:
1. Ben's not coming, therefore I will have no one to sit there and make up random storied about taking over the world because, seriously, that's all there is to do.
2. All I have to do this time is read biology... which means I won't be returning. (Note for the dull: because I'll be DEAD)
3.My sister's coming.
4. This is what there is in Bellevue:
A. A bowling alley that is open on tuesdays and thursday from 11-2 or something like that.
B. An Ice Cream place that is open at random times that it feels like during the Summer months.
C. A swimming pool that (when it's open) is completely packed with the whole population of Bellevue that is under the age of 60. And it's so warm and gross and filled with ugly hicks and piss from all the kids under 10. I hate it there. It is not a swimming pool, it is a "see if you actually get in a patch of water without rubbing up against some fat ugly hick's wet body poll." It's just not for me.
D. Old people
E. Oh, wait, that's it.
I know you're all thinking "Oh Logan, you're just being your over-dramatic self, it's not that bad." But really, each time I go there, I let people convince me that it won't be "that bad" and each time I go, it's worse. I sincerely do not know how all the children there haven't overdosed on Meth yet, there's just absolutely nothing to do. I said something once, that really sums up exactly how terrible Bellevue is:
"When you're in Bellevue, you look forward to having to pee, because it's something to do."
My grandparents house actually has windows on the bathroom door. Not what the fuck is that? Oh wait, it gets better. There is a lock on the door, but guess where it is? If you guessed on the inside, you'd be wrong. Nope, there is a lock on the OUTSIDE of the bathroom door. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? In case someone wants some privacy in the rest of the fucking house? I don't get it. Jesus christ, it makes no fucking sense.
Logan, you should just go on the internet and talk to your friends, quit bitching
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Teenage Musician?
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone. I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Beautiful song.
I'm going to Bellevue, Iowa for the weekend. I mean, really, it's on thing if they make me work all weekend, or don't let me go anywhere or whatever. But forcing me to go to Iowa is seriously a punishment, but this time will be worse than usually for a few reasons:
1. Ben's not coming, therefore I will have no one to sit there and make up random storied about taking over the world because, seriously, that's all there is to do.
2. All I have to do this time is read biology... which means I won't be returning. (Note for the dull: because I'll be DEAD)
3.My sister's coming.
4. This is what there is in Bellevue:
A. A bowling alley that is open on tuesdays and thursday from 11-2 or something like that.
B. An Ice Cream place that is open at random times that it feels like during the Summer months.
C. A swimming pool that (when it's open) is completely packed with the whole population of Bellevue that is under the age of 60. And it's so warm and gross and filled with ugly hicks and piss from all the kids under 10. I hate it there. It is not a swimming pool, it is a "see if you actually get in a patch of water without rubbing up against some fat ugly hick's wet body poll." It's just not for me.
D. Old people
E. Oh, wait, that's it.
I know you're all thinking "Oh Logan, you're just being your over-dramatic self, it's not that bad." But really, each time I go there, I let people convince me that it won't be "that bad" and each time I go, it's worse. I sincerely do not know how all the children there haven't overdosed on Meth yet, there's just absolutely nothing to do. I said something once, that really sums up exactly how terrible Bellevue is:
"When you're in Bellevue, you look forward to having to pee, because it's something to do."
My grandparents house actually has windows on the bathroom door. Not what the fuck is that? Oh wait, it gets better. There is a lock on the door, but guess where it is? If you guessed on the inside, you'd be wrong. Nope, there is a lock on the OUTSIDE of the bathroom door. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? In case someone wants some privacy in the rest of the fucking house? I don't get it. Jesus christ, it makes no fucking sense.
Logan, you should just go on the internet and talk to your friends, quit bitching
I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Teenage Musician?
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played and people sang
Just for me the church bells rang
Now he's gone. I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Beautiful song.