Appy polly loggies for my obnoxious obsessive drunk post Wednesday night. I was up until God knows when listening to Foo Fighter's new album, writing poems, and drawing pictures. I have no idea if any of it was any good because I haven't looked yet.
Speaking of poems, I had to write a couplet in iambic pentemeter for English.
*ahem*I bought a pound of pennyroyal tea
I must destroy all trace of you from me
My teacher said she loved it and that it was really good. I don't think she knows what pennyroyal tea is.
Please. I want this hair.
My mom keeps telling me I can't get a job if my hair's multicolored. I don't think I can even begin to express how much of a fuck I don't give. I don't want a job. Actually, I was in Forever 21 yesterday and they were hiring, but then everyone there was totally judging me for my clothes and because I left my waterbottle in the store and then ran back to get it. The people who work at Deb judge me too. Everytime I go there to visit Melissa they refuse to talk to me, even when I try to initiate conversation, and give me dirty looks. Fuck everyone. I want to live in a car.
Jake is playing the most beautiful song on the guitar. He said it's part of Smells Like Teen Spirit, but I know that song like the back of my hand and what he is playing is nowhere in there. I think he's playing it in the wrong key or something and has inadverdantly wrote a really really beautiful song that I just want to listen to all night. Why don't I ever inadverdantly write brilliant songs? Fuck my life.
Oh. As promised, here's mine and Melissa's video about homosexuality.
I'm so lonely and bored. I'm going to go upstairs and listen to music and write poems and think about how I'm incapable of keeping anybody in my life for more than two years. I'm a glutton for self-torture. It's okay. I'll feel better in the morning. I always do.