The world is such a sad little place these days. No one is happy any more and if they seem like it, well it's just a front. How can you be truly happy in these times? It just downright sickens me the way people are treated these days. Sure, some stupid moron will say " Oh we have it better here than in other places." And those other places look upon us and say the same thing. They're happy with what they have, or most of them and we feel the need to take the only thing they've ever known away and force an alien thing on them that we don't even understand. I don't even understand it, but hey, I shouldn't be worrying about it huh? Pointless. It's all pointless.
Disregard that number I gave you all...it's some idiot that lives here....my actual number is 970-596-0816..
Woot! It's my birthday! It started out okay and then I got to school. Then it crashed and burned. I got tulips from my mom! Tulips are better. Meg got me skittles, electrical tape, a comp book and a candle. Fun. I don't know what else I'm getting. Hopefully music. Isn't it funny how things work out perfectly sometimes? Yesterday, we wanted an old friend to come back and he walks into the cafeteria. Then we wanted to get stoned and I get hooked up. Then we want to buy some stuff for a fun party and I get 100$ in the mail from someone I hate. I love the way shit works out. By the way, I'm not mad at anyone, but I think it's fucked up that you'd do that. I don't care though. Later.
*fumes* If you say you are going to do something, you should do it right? Unless you're in a coma or dead or something or physically unable to do it. My mother pisses me off hardcore...oh well she's my mom I can't make her do what she told me she would. I feel bad now because I told special someones that I'd be at the concert tonight and then I couldn't go. Dammit!!! Plus I have friends that I don't know if they hate me or not because we hardly talk anymore when we used to have a great time. I need some down time...oh well..it could be worse and I'm so glad its not.
*yawn, big stretch* Hilo. I'm not quite alive yet as I write this. I got off a plane not more than ten hours ago and I'm exhausted. NYC is such an amazing place and when I got home, the sky line seemed empty and I couldn't find the subway. I went home and slept, was woken up, then slept again and now I'm writing this. Lots of fun, believe you me. Performing in Carnegie Hall under world famous composer John Rutter was just about the coolest thing I've ever done, or ever will do. That was the best part. The trip wasn't as fun as it could've been because of moronic college boys, but hey, ih, I don't care. I should've focused more on the task and not on them. I'm glad I wasn't the only one though. What is it with guys and girls with Mississippi accents? Why is that hott? I think they sound really funny if you ask me. But they're not. Anywho. I'm going to go eat my Easter candy that I didn't get to because I wasn't here and unpack my shit. So later people.
Hmmmmmm...I'm reached a void in my life..who knows who long it will last..It was your hand in my dream reaching out for me, and you let me fall....that sums it up for now.