8.30.2009

8.24.2009

I almost wish you would of had me too.

I was totally just listening to that song Almost by Bowling for Soup.
I wonder if that was written about a specific girl...
And I wonder if she knows that that song is written about her.
Or. What about Delilah? Why didn't she ever go and be with him?
Why is it that some people love other people so much.. but the people they love just can't reciprocate?
I have news for everyone.
Life. Really. Sucks.

Then I started wondering...
I wonder what cool future-rockstar classmate is gonna write about my friends?
Or, dare I say, about me?
Isn't that trippy to think about?
Cause.. come on.
Somewhere out there, everytime some girl hears
Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York city? You're a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty
That girl thinks Delilah is my best friend.
What the hell. Who actually thinks that when they hear a song like that?
Goshh. I think.. It. I don't even know.
What happens when I'm 30 and I hear a song on the radio about one of my best friends?
That will probably be one of the most shocking-but-not moments in my life.


Anyways.
I'm on the phone with my wife.
I miss her.
Sighh.

I think I am gonna go be a loser on the computer. :]


//weird post that was interrupted.

8.20.2009

:] I am in a really good mood right now.


I am blaring my music.


I am bored out of my mind.


My mom twisted her ankle. It's huge.





oh.

Happy Birthday Spencyy :]

I'm texting a few people.

Tomorrow is Friday.

School starts on Monday.

FML.

This week has been pretty fantastic.

Zach's kickback was pretty fun.

Being with Alissa, Melinda, and Luke has been pretty damn grand too.

I need to hang out with them more.

Uhm.

yeah.

So this is a pretty pointless post.

I have nothing to really talk about.

Or rant about.

....

669 Days: University of Washington in Seattle

50 Days: Puerto Penasco [Rocky Point], Mexico

4 Days: School

8.17.2009

I'm about to rant a short rant.


Do not ask me out over the internet.
Do not ask me out over a text message.
Do not ask me to be your girlfriend over a myspace message.
Do not ask me to "kiss you better".
Do not ask me to go on a date with you over aim.

It won't happen.

I do not like hook ups.
I do not like this stupid "asking girls out over the internet" shit.
It's stupid.
If you want to ask me out at least give me a call.
I will say NO always if you ask me over a text or over the internet.
It's stupid.
It's cowardly.
It shows a major lack of confidence, which I know I can speak for other girls out there, is a major turn off.
So quit it.


//rant.

8.08.2009

Make friends with the cats!

She yells as she rushes out the door to go get her overly drunk boyfriend from the bar. The bar she just got back from with her 16 year old daughter. The very same bar that the daughter has been a frequent visitor at for the last 10 years. It's her first night back in town in 8 weeks. She's eager to show her mom her new clothes and get home and talk to her and stop missing her mommy. Her mom is eager to get her boyfriend here. Two calls to the boyfriend in the 8 minutes that they are home for, and she's already out the door again to go get her boyfriend. The daughter should have known it would be like this. Nothing has changed. Nothing ever will. She'll come second. She's the responsible one. Her mother is just a 17 year old teenage rebellion stuck in a 44 year old's life.

Figures.


Well folks.
I'm home. I'm finally back home.
I missed my room.
I miss my daddy.
I miss my brother.
It was heartbreaking saying goodbye to him.
My niece had the saddest conversation with me too.

Why do you have to leave? -Cara
Because I have to go home baby. -Sidney
Why do you have to go live there? -Cara
Because that's just where I live honeyy. -Sidney
Why can't you just live here forever with me? -Cara

I'm tired.
I need to sleep.
I wish I could see a few particular people RIGHT NOW.
Goodnight.
//sad.

8.06.2009

cameron and michelle.
i miss you.

A lot.
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Moving on.


I hate this stupid feeling.
i. like. you.
But it won't ever happen.
So I am forgetting about it.
Or at least I'm trying.
But see, here's the thing with trying.
IT NEVER WORKS.
And I hate it.
The past few days, I have been really quiet.
I have just been mindlessly scribbling.
Now I am on the phone with my mom.

Ooo. Michelle just admitted to a secret.
I saw it coming.
Not surprised. Not mad at all.
She's cute.
:]


Damn my life. I miss my mommy.
And I have to leave on Saturday to go back home.
I am very excited to go back to Vegas.
But :/
fuck. It really sucks leaving.
Every year. I come and I leave.
Most of the time my friends move on to other friends and I have to start all over again.
And my crushes always move on to other girls.
It's terrible.
And I leave here, and I lose my entire family for another 9 months.
I know that I will come back.
But I hate it.
It breaks my heart everytime I leave. I hurt so bad everytime I leave Vegas too.
It's just not fair.
I have to give up everything twice a year while other people have everything right in front of them all year, and they don't even realize what they have.
I mean, for all I know, this could be the last time I see my daddy, or my step mom.
Or my nieces and nephew.
I don't know. I don't get to see them everyday, or every other week.
They aren't around for the spelling bee and the school talent show.
They don't get to come over for dinner or come see me before I go off to a school dance.
I hate it. I hate that they can't be there with me.
I hate that I have never had a Thanksgiving with my daddy that I can remember.
I hate that my family doesn't know me, or my friends. I hate that they don't know anything about my life except what they see when I am with them for 8 weeks.
Ughh.
Whatever. Life is stupid.


Soo... I will be back in Vegas in... rought 42 hourss.
Cool huh?


I am gonna stop blogging noww.


//stupid.

8.04.2009

It's not gonna happen.

And it saddens me a bit, but I have come to terms with the face that you don't like me.
I'm okay with that. To be quite honest, I'm over you too.
So in retrospect, we both got what we wanted.
Sorta.

3 days.

Yeahh. I come home then. We should make plans and do something.
My brother isn't coming home with me.
So for those of you who don't know me or talk to me and are reading this for the hell of it,
that means that it is just Mommy&Me at my house now.
Scary. It's going to be so empty. Quiet. Lonely.
I guess it could be fun. I am really going to miss my brother.
I don't think he realizes this though.
He is really one of the greatest people.


School starts in 20 days. Lovely, isn't it?
New school. New people. New friends. New enemies. New drama.
I guess I am excited. Who knows what'll happen. I surely don't.

I have goals. Wanna hear them? :]

Goals:
1. Straight A's. Shouldn't be too hard.
2. Sport and maybe a club. Not sure what sport though.
3. Permit & License. Easy.
4. Job. <- hopefully
5. Passport. It has to happen because I am going back to Meh-he-co in 66 days. :D
6. You don't get to know this last one. It's a secret. A secret goal. Aren't you jealous you don't have one?? :]

Anywho.
Like I said before. Let's make plans.
I'll be home for a whole 17 days before school starts.

Damn my wife and I can get ourselves into a lot of trouble with that much time.

//boring post.