black ballon makes her fly
bawahahahha, you know, i never really thought of emo people living anywhere else than the US, and actaully its really funny to think about. seriously guys, picture your average emo, multicolored-swish hair and goth impersonating clothes, then imagine them talking with a british accent! i dunno why that brings me so much pleasure to think about, but its hillarious. well, i hate to say it (as it will make me sound not only just emo but kinda like coby) im losign my major joys in life, theyre doing nothing for me. among these things lost would be the desire to blog.
yeah thats pretty effed up and to me sad. so plz, bare with me as i just give random insights into my life.
im not going to prom.
i was very excited about this and couldnt wait to go. had the dress picked out and had the purse, the jewelry, and the shoes all picked out and yeah, i was ready to go. but then things change and you find yourself despising the very idea of prom and all those involved. i dunno what im gonna do now. and the motto adopted to this? "eh"
about a week or two ago i articulated my state of being in the BEST way i have ever done in my life. it was phenomenal, seriously, because i suffer from the chronic disability of not being able to put myself into words, and i did it. anways, the feeling left so i forgot to post, but its back so listen closely. if youve ever jumped from somewhere really high (or gone sky diving) i suppose you can relate. but i just wanna fall. i want to fall (screw jumping that takes a little too much energy) off of an incredible high height. now i dont care about the landing/being impaled upon something. infact, i want to fall into a bottemless pit, for the fact that i jsut want to continuously experience the sensation of falling. i think id do it martyr style, spread your arms out and have your back facing the edge of the bottemless pit and then just fall backwards. itd be freaking great, youd get to watch everythign you left up there getting smaller and smaller and smaller.... unfortunately, i havent come across any bottemless pits just yet.
if i didnt have an ipod, id self destruct.
i plan to read my entire biology text book until may 8 (when the ap test is). then, after i finsih reading it. i plan to go to school. see loxely(bio teacher), and beat her over the head with it. i found it comically ironic when the thought struck me, anyways.
british guy, you need to hear the emo song on myspace. its effing hillarious, it makes fun of all emo ppl. i dont actaully remember the link... but annie might.
qotd~"yup, i guess thats the risk you take, she says "yeah, me too, thats fine" or shes wants to pretend you dont exsist"
or there's always secret option number three- she does both.

2 Comments:
Personally, I think proms are overrated. If you don't want to go, then you shouldn't go.
proms can actually lick my preverbial crack. they are just a festing ground for twatty twat twat twats. if you wanna have fun and be remebered, drop acid then crash the pro mand rape the prom King. totally worth it - a MasterCard moment
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