i've spent like 5 days in bed from lack of food and the vomit that caused the lack of food, and through those lovely lovely times i relied on pandora.com to give me some tunes... (: it's niiiice.
and for some reason astrology charts interest me today, so here's mine:
my sun is in cancer, my moon is in taurus, my mercury + venus are in gemini, and my mars is in virgo.
i'm an INFJ (introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging).
(if you'd like, find your myers-briggs personality herrr: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp
and your star chart here: http://www.cafeastrology.com/index.html)
call me an advert-whore if you must.
and it's taken me roughly an hour to hold the attention span to write all of ...9 lines so for, including this one.
so i'm thinking i'll write a little more when i've got a little more dedication to dong something.
-bb
(ps: i want to go shopping)
24.2.10
14.2.10
hmm.
here's a not-so-hypothetical situation for my hordes of imaginary readers:
if you got a hottie's number, and had it on paper and a friend found it, or had on a friend's phone since you didn't have yours, or they got the number somehow from your phone...
would you be the slightest bit pissed off if they texted said niblet whilst pretending to be you, told you about it, bragged their ass off, and wouldn't let you read the texts or text back?
i'd be pissed.
oh, wait.
i am.
what the fuck are friends for, again?
oi; who can you trust...
transferring schools is seeming like a better choice evvvvery day.
-bb.
if you got a hottie's number, and had it on paper and a friend found it, or had on a friend's phone since you didn't have yours, or they got the number somehow from your phone...
would you be the slightest bit pissed off if they texted said niblet whilst pretending to be you, told you about it, bragged their ass off, and wouldn't let you read the texts or text back?
i'd be pissed.
oh, wait.
i am.
what the fuck are friends for, again?
oi; who can you trust...
transferring schools is seeming like a better choice evvvvery day.
-bb.
7.2.10
superbowl.
i wish i could just listen to the damn game. hearing this asshole's 'phil-osophy' (ha-fuck-ha) is interrupting the only reason i'm not taking a nap right now.
and i'm not sure what the hell anyone else does, but i have to root for fucking someone in a game, and this time it's the colts, cuz one of my friends is in indianapolis.
didn't they use to play sports on the radio? i want that, except the commercials are good.
and i want to see half-time... with the who. (:
considering this is usually the only game i watch a year (that's changed recently though. weird new friends and shit), i don't want to deal with slo-mo instant replays of everything... and explanations by some under-qualified pricks of why manning did this and why colston did that.
wtf ever. :|
i'm still a sucker and still watching this cuz of a certain texan.
yeah yeah. i'm a fuckup.
-bb
(ps: i do not like the saints. dunno why. go colts. (for ken))
and i'm not sure what the hell anyone else does, but i have to root for fucking someone in a game, and this time it's the colts, cuz one of my friends is in indianapolis.
didn't they use to play sports on the radio? i want that, except the commercials are good.
and i want to see half-time... with the who. (:
considering this is usually the only game i watch a year (that's changed recently though. weird new friends and shit), i don't want to deal with slo-mo instant replays of everything... and explanations by some under-qualified pricks of why manning did this and why colston did that.
wtf ever. :|
i'm still a sucker and still watching this cuz of a certain texan.
yeah yeah. i'm a fuckup.
-bb
(ps: i do not like the saints. dunno why. go colts. (for ken))
31.1.10
disliking things
song of the moment-- whatever piano piece is playing in 'elephant' at the moment.
mood-- bleah. don't know. a bad one.
jesus, i really dislike facebook. i was really happy when i quit for a while, but for some reason i decided to go back.
you know, it's been less than a week and i've already had anxiety fits about this shit? some might call it being histrionic. i call it being me. i'd like something solid to depend on at this point. anything i can stick with and not leave behind because it troubes me. a person, a hobby, i don't know what...
i've been trying to make more friends, but they go out of their way to burn me for some unknown reason. it gives me an inferiority complex that i really dislike.
i used to have a person to depend on, but they kind of left. and i know it wasn't their fault, because things happen, and i have to get used to that.
are friends supposed to be hard? is it supposed to be difficult to make friends, and then when you have them, is it difficult to keep them, or maintain any affection for them, when these are just people who are outright high-lighting your flaws and then taking them away, just to shove them in your face when they want something? it worries me.
is it this hard for everyone? to keep up with things and not feel let down by circumstances, natural or otherwise?
at least it's snowing, which it hasn't done in these parts of virginia in a while. i guess that's nice. i went sledding, and took pictures, which my computer found corrupt and froze for.
i know it's a small thing, but it almost ruins the snow, which is melting anyway. apathy? i really hope not. sadness would be even worse, though.
but,
i know i sound like a whiny little cunt, but at this point i don't mind. being clich´isn't the worst thing i have to worry about at this point.
three more years?
-bb
mood-- bleah. don't know. a bad one.
jesus, i really dislike facebook. i was really happy when i quit for a while, but for some reason i decided to go back.
you know, it's been less than a week and i've already had anxiety fits about this shit? some might call it being histrionic. i call it being me. i'd like something solid to depend on at this point. anything i can stick with and not leave behind because it troubes me. a person, a hobby, i don't know what...
i've been trying to make more friends, but they go out of their way to burn me for some unknown reason. it gives me an inferiority complex that i really dislike.
i used to have a person to depend on, but they kind of left. and i know it wasn't their fault, because things happen, and i have to get used to that.
are friends supposed to be hard? is it supposed to be difficult to make friends, and then when you have them, is it difficult to keep them, or maintain any affection for them, when these are just people who are outright high-lighting your flaws and then taking them away, just to shove them in your face when they want something? it worries me.
is it this hard for everyone? to keep up with things and not feel let down by circumstances, natural or otherwise?
at least it's snowing, which it hasn't done in these parts of virginia in a while. i guess that's nice. i went sledding, and took pictures, which my computer found corrupt and froze for.
i know it's a small thing, but it almost ruins the snow, which is melting anyway. apathy? i really hope not. sadness would be even worse, though.
but,
i know i sound like a whiny little cunt, but at this point i don't mind. being clich´isn't the worst thing i have to worry about at this point.
three more years?
-bb
25.1.10
first post darlinks
song of the moment: down in flames (superbeing)
mood-- pretty upset actually
you know, getting whacked in the head with a newspaper a few times doesn't sound too bad, even when it hurts. but after a while it seems kind of like domestic abuse. is it?
hum. it makes one seem like a pushover, getting hit by their mom, especially when they're such a damn people-pleaser.
what parent has cause to hit their kid (at all), especially if said kid doesn't do fuck anything, has no chance of a significant other, hasn't had a detention since once in the fifth grade when they forgot some homework, and has gotten straight 'a's through middle and high school.
jesus motherfucking christ, i even go to religious school.
what the fuck gives?
one whack with a newspaper too many fucking times.
that kid, btw? yours damn truly.
and now the internet radio's buffering just like everything else i'm trying to download to tune out the rest of my life.
that sounded dreadfully cliche-angsty-teenager.
what i mean is that it's a bit easier to wallow in distracting stupidity than it is to wallow in silence.
and at the moment i am one for the damn wallowing.
next quiet-rage-filled post coming soon.
berated billy bombe, signing off.
PS: stfu please.
mood-- pretty upset actually
you know, getting whacked in the head with a newspaper a few times doesn't sound too bad, even when it hurts. but after a while it seems kind of like domestic abuse. is it?
hum. it makes one seem like a pushover, getting hit by their mom, especially when they're such a damn people-pleaser.
what parent has cause to hit their kid (at all), especially if said kid doesn't do fuck anything, has no chance of a significant other, hasn't had a detention since once in the fifth grade when they forgot some homework, and has gotten straight 'a's through middle and high school.
jesus motherfucking christ, i even go to religious school.
what the fuck gives?
one whack with a newspaper too many fucking times.
that kid, btw? yours damn truly.
and now the internet radio's buffering just like everything else i'm trying to download to tune out the rest of my life.
that sounded dreadfully cliche-angsty-teenager.
what i mean is that it's a bit easier to wallow in distracting stupidity than it is to wallow in silence.
and at the moment i am one for the damn wallowing.
next quiet-rage-filled post coming soon.
berated billy bombe, signing off.
PS: stfu please.
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