Sunday, January 21, 2007
The loss of friends you didn't have
Monday - regular classes
Tuesday - off
Wednesday - Earth Science and Global History midterms
Thursday - Math A Regents
Friday - off
To the above, I have one thing to say. MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. Thas all.
Nine Days concert last night was fun with Nick, John, and Mike. We got to meet the band members and get stuff signed. I beat myself up because I didn't have a stick with me to get signed. The singer, though, is such a hottie. Nick found his idol, this definitely-gay guy with great style and bleached hair.
The real reason I'm posting is to say, My goodness. Nobody visits our dear Garage anymore. This is exactly what I feared. Nobody cares about the decrepit, shit-filled Garage, or its inhabitants, a.k.a. The Garage Trolls.
The Garage Trolls are unique. Yes, they are very full of shit, but the shit they are full of can be understood by other Garage Trolls. And, if you dig past the jokes and the lies and the shit, then these Garage Trolls are truly wonderful, sensual beings.
Unless, of course, you're Corinne, at whom I'm slightly angered. She is tons o' fun to be around. We always enjoy ourselves. I never tell her or Alicica anything. Somehow, I've always thought they wouldn't understand.
I was talking to her on the phone today, expressing my depression with careful subtlety. And she makes fun of me: "Mood swings, much?" or "You're so emo." That also happened when I had issues with Ricky or when my heart was wrenched out of my chest and thrown into the path of a herd of FUCKING STAMPEDING ELEPHANTS. (Got a little carried away with that one.)
And it's not just her, either. It seems like some people think I'm sad sometimes for attention. Like my feelings and my pain are all a joke. Maybe it's because for the past five years of my life I haven't felt, or tried not to. And now I've let down my guard. I'm not trying so hard. I'm being more me. I don't care as much.
Maybe it's because I can joke about my feelings. But when I do that, it's really just me hiding my feelings yet again. I'm trying to not feel them and trying to not let people worry about me.
FUCK THIS.
Ooooh, on a different note, I got a credit card! Which I don't think I'm going to use that much, because I'm scared to death of debt.
Find your male/That's your grail.
I love musical theatre, but that doesn't make me gay because I'm a GIRL.
(By the way, give this link to everybody so I can get money for Threadless: http://www.threadless.com/?streetteam=swedishphish.)
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i never joke about my feelings.
By 'trolls' I hope you're not referring to those creepy, naked, 4 inch dolls with long, bright colored (pink, neon green, etc.) hair.
Oh it's hard, yes I know
When it's time to stand alone
And no one understands you
I collect trolls, but not the creepy kinds. The beautiful kinds made in Sweden.
Everything from Sweden is beautiful.
i see what you did there henry. those three lines are probably my favorite lyrics in that whole album. i think a new streetlight album comes out pretty soon.
mike would agree - anything that comes out of his ass is top notch.
oh, and good luck on yr midterms, guys. the best of luck to you with yr endeavors.
I know you don't do it for attention. I know, also, that you are not going to bring up your problems and just talk to me like you can only say so much without revealing anything. I'm not going to act like your smiling and dancing the happy dance when you're not, even if you won't tell me what's troubling you. And if you suddenly get happy, then depressed, then crabby I'm going to take a wild leap and call it a mood swing.
Remember, I receive the...um..feces of your mood.
The neon hair was fun to brush.
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