Yesterday I went to this awesome German place with B. We had way too much fun, dancing tango and the chicken shuffle or whatever. We embarassed ourselves to no end. But it was fun in the process, so who cares? The food was excellent. I never had such delicious German food before. I was pretty much stuffing it down my throat. Mmmm. And then on the ride back from downtown, we listened to some random songs.. er, Metalica "Enter Sandman" and a lot of Marlyn Manson. B told me his marriage is kaput. Can't say I'm sad. That man is too damn sexy to settle down. I mean, if I ever met him I'd probably would have jumped him and fucked him til he saw white. But alas, that's only my sick fantasy world. -sigh-
Er, today was ok... parents dragged me to shop with them. Gah, the horror of it. I don't like Macy's. I just don't like it. Oh well, the prices were good. And then with my whole crazy family we went to down town pizza place. The only thing I can say is that it was very interesting tasting pizza, wasn't really worth the price. But who am I to judge? The atmosphere was great.
And I also worked my history fair project with T. It's kinda hard to keep focused.. especially after the 'insident'. It still hurts. A lot. I don't know when the scab would form, but for now it's just this big gappingpulsating blood-sputtering gash. I actually thought of hurning myself. You know, like sticking a pencil into the weak point of my throat and bleeding to death. Too bad I'm so logical. I'll live through this... and besides when I go to hell I'd rather be in the burning fields with blood-thristy beasts tearing me to pieces than a suicidal on a tree. That's just lame.
Er, today was ok... parents dragged me to shop with them. Gah, the horror of it. I don't like Macy's. I just don't like it. Oh well, the prices were good. And then with my whole crazy family we went to down town pizza place. The only thing I can say is that it was very interesting tasting pizza, wasn't really worth the price. But who am I to judge? The atmosphere was great.
And I also worked my history fair project with T. It's kinda hard to keep focused.. especially after the 'insident'. It still hurts. A lot. I don't know when the scab would form, but for now it's just this big gappingpulsating blood-sputtering gash. I actually thought of hurning myself. You know, like sticking a pencil into the weak point of my throat and bleeding to death. Too bad I'm so logical. I'll live through this... and besides when I go to hell I'd rather be in the burning fields with blood-thristy beasts tearing me to pieces than a suicidal on a tree. That's just lame.