my uterus is having a block party. want to come?
today i did a little obsessing over good charlotte on gcnaptown.com. heather and i imed each other all night making each other asljksdgljg with pictures. our ovaries are no longer in tact - they exploded multiple times. and because i'm a whore and i need constant praise, i decided to
<--- actually benji
<--- actually joel
they've been doing some shape shifting and pulling one of those twin switch things. i swear, the first picture i thought was joel until i saw the flame tattoo on benji's neck. i stole the picture of joel playing guitar from some girl's graphic on gcnaptown, but oh well, i'm a stealer - deal with it.
from crashing with good charlotte. benji sleeps in the fetal position. i already explained this to heather. it means he is sensitive and in touch with his feelings. sleeping on your stomach, like joel, means you are strong and want to have control over your life.
from revolver. the big picture is hilarious because jordan pundik is holding mustard over his package and squeezing it out. and joel's all flustered watching it. i'm going to get that and the new AP tomorrow. it's like october 2003 all over again.
so, if we're talking about recent devastating events, today was the dress shopping extravaganza. do you want to know what time my mother woke me up? nine o'fuckingclock in the morning. these little things call my lungs were acting up again, and i had to take some claritin, again. but, i mean breathing is so overrated, anyway. we went to some bridal shop in downtown dearborn and watched angel try on dresses. the people who worked there picked out this goregous dress for her. it was a white, strapless gown that has silver and white beading/stitching all the way around the dress and down the back on the train. it was gorgeous, i would have worn it for my wedding. but we all know my wedding dress is going to have to be custom made.
then, my mom begged me to try on atleast one dress and i appeased her by trying on one dress. one dress and only one dress because the others didn't fit. angel, for her bridesmaids, wants to get the who piece dressed where you can get the skirt and mix up the tops. well, since i am not a size 8 and not an A cup, most of the tops would not even zip up, let alone fit. i think i ripped this one skirt's zipper because, in case you forgot (which is impossible because all i do is complain), i have these birthing hips that are the size of montana. i swear, my baby is just going to pop right out these things are so big, and my ass isn't exactly small either so i had to do the shimmy, jump-pull-up-the-skirt move a couple of times.
after i got home, i slept until 8 and then watched GC on live at brixton academy. i was all asjkdklfjg about the whole deal but when tony came running out during tyath i started screaming. literally. i stood up in the chair with the remote in my hand yelling at the TV. "TONY LOVATO? IS THAT FUCKING TONY LOVATO? IT'S TONY FUCKING LOVATO!" what i failed to notice before but caught later was in the opening segment there's like this 3.5 second clip of tony licking paul's face. and paul smiling. like a cute little dumbass.
most of the thoughts i have are totally inappropriate for any given situation. but i knew that. a long time ago. because whenever something is supposed to be sentimental or serious, i can never be. like today, at the bridal shop, all i could think about is when i get married how i'm going to have to deal with my family nonstop for a couple of months. i thought about how much of a tight leash i've been on my whole life and how boring it is and how i want my life to be explained as "colorful". and then about how sometimes i feel so sickenly forgotten about the people i care the most about. and then i tried to justify my life and tell myself that i am a good person and i do have a lot of good qualities and anybody should be priviliged to be a friend. of course, every single thought i had was focused on me because i can't seem to do anything else but that.
and then i'm always back to this stupid feeling of being stranded in a place i don't want to be. i want to be grown-up so badly and i don't care if people say i need to experience childhood or this and that, can i please just be older? can i please be able to do what i want? can i please just be able to go out without letting the whole world know that i am going out and yes, i do have my cellphone? can i stop obsessing and being jealous and being envious over the most trivial things? can i stop lying and making up these little worlds in my head that seem to transition into my reality? too many questions and the irony is lost on this girl because i'm the only one who can answer them.
and you know what sucks about this whole thing? it started because of wedding dresses.
<--- actually benji
<--- actually joel
they've been doing some shape shifting and pulling one of those twin switch things. i swear, the first picture i thought was joel until i saw the flame tattoo on benji's neck. i stole the picture of joel playing guitar from some girl's graphic on gcnaptown, but oh well, i'm a stealer - deal with it.
from crashing with good charlotte. benji sleeps in the fetal position. i already explained this to heather. it means he is sensitive and in touch with his feelings. sleeping on your stomach, like joel, means you are strong and want to have control over your life.
from revolver. the big picture is hilarious because jordan pundik is holding mustard over his package and squeezing it out. and joel's all flustered watching it. i'm going to get that and the new AP tomorrow. it's like october 2003 all over again.
so, if we're talking about recent devastating events, today was the dress shopping extravaganza. do you want to know what time my mother woke me up? nine o'fuckingclock in the morning. these little things call my lungs were acting up again, and i had to take some claritin, again. but, i mean breathing is so overrated, anyway. we went to some bridal shop in downtown dearborn and watched angel try on dresses. the people who worked there picked out this goregous dress for her. it was a white, strapless gown that has silver and white beading/stitching all the way around the dress and down the back on the train. it was gorgeous, i would have worn it for my wedding. but we all know my wedding dress is going to have to be custom made.
then, my mom begged me to try on atleast one dress and i appeased her by trying on one dress. one dress and only one dress because the others didn't fit. angel, for her bridesmaids, wants to get the who piece dressed where you can get the skirt and mix up the tops. well, since i am not a size 8 and not an A cup, most of the tops would not even zip up, let alone fit. i think i ripped this one skirt's zipper because, in case you forgot (which is impossible because all i do is complain), i have these birthing hips that are the size of montana. i swear, my baby is just going to pop right out these things are so big, and my ass isn't exactly small either so i had to do the shimmy, jump-pull-up-the-skirt move a couple of times.
after i got home, i slept until 8 and then watched GC on live at brixton academy. i was all asjkdklfjg about the whole deal but when tony came running out during tyath i started screaming. literally. i stood up in the chair with the remote in my hand yelling at the TV. "TONY LOVATO? IS THAT FUCKING TONY LOVATO? IT'S TONY FUCKING LOVATO!" what i failed to notice before but caught later was in the opening segment there's like this 3.5 second clip of tony licking paul's face. and paul smiling. like a cute little dumbass.
most of the thoughts i have are totally inappropriate for any given situation. but i knew that. a long time ago. because whenever something is supposed to be sentimental or serious, i can never be. like today, at the bridal shop, all i could think about is when i get married how i'm going to have to deal with my family nonstop for a couple of months. i thought about how much of a tight leash i've been on my whole life and how boring it is and how i want my life to be explained as "colorful". and then about how sometimes i feel so sickenly forgotten about the people i care the most about. and then i tried to justify my life and tell myself that i am a good person and i do have a lot of good qualities and anybody should be priviliged to be a friend. of course, every single thought i had was focused on me because i can't seem to do anything else but that.
and then i'm always back to this stupid feeling of being stranded in a place i don't want to be. i want to be grown-up so badly and i don't care if people say i need to experience childhood or this and that, can i please just be older? can i please be able to do what i want? can i please just be able to go out without letting the whole world know that i am going out and yes, i do have my cellphone? can i stop obsessing and being jealous and being envious over the most trivial things? can i stop lying and making up these little worlds in my head that seem to transition into my reality? too many questions and the irony is lost on this girl because i'm the only one who can answer them.
and you know what sucks about this whole thing? it started because of wedding dresses.