taylor and i went to the lake and sat on a blanket, smoked some ganj and ate chips for hours and hours. i missed the sun.
taylor and i
dylan and matt
summer time
Thursday, February 26, 2009
summer, are you here yet?
summer was in the mother fuckin' air today, let me tell you.
taylor and i went to the lake and sat on a blanket, smoked some ganj and ate chips for hours and hours. i missed the sun.
taylor and i
dylan and matt
summer time
taylor and i went to the lake and sat on a blanket, smoked some ganj and ate chips for hours and hours. i missed the sun.
taylor and i
dylan and matt
summer time
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
i'll beat this town blue with my quick and easy flow
i have a headache. today i drove home from school with my windows rolled down and my sunglasses on and i love it. i'm so pumped for summer. tonight, taylor, dylan and i went to the lake and sat on a blanket. we heard some rustling in the grass and then something hopped out and stared at us for a while. we left then.
a girl backed into my car today. i don't know why. i didn't want to have to deal with it so i told her it was fine and drove away.
my head still hurts.
a girl backed into my car today. i don't know why. i didn't want to have to deal with it so i told her it was fine and drove away.
untitledshape: im still clueless to how this limited edition, only 100 copies exist in the world, ATAL vinyl sounds. but i guess i live.
teen4ge hoodlum: i didn't know that's the one you had
untitledshape: yeah. i was walking out of the venue. and dan was standing outside talking to julio. and he stopped me and said, "Take care in teh philippines, and come back to direct one of our videos." and i was like "DEAL!" and he gave me the vinyl saying "this will get you through the tough times"
taylorbankin: lets go with him so we can meet him
teen4ge hoodlum: now i have to like be nice to him
taylorbankin: hahaha
my head still hurts.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
mister, i don't believe in you
last night i made the most wonderful peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the whole world. i never make food. i even made chocolate milk. it was probably so wonderful because taylor, matt, dylan and i did our usual hang out, smoke out, waffle house routine. i love every minute of it.
i also recieved this from brian:
"You know, I've never met anyone like you before. Usually when I meet someone new I feel awkward and shy. But with you it's different. I can talk to you. You know what I'm thinking without my having to explain to you in fancy terms. We speak each other's unspoken language... fluently. I love you."
...uhhh what? let me tell you a little bit about brian. in my dark ages, when i was dating alex(oh, you don't know about alex? we'll save that for another time.), there was a time when there was this girl katy that alex got drugs for once, and they flirted for a while and i found out on my 17th birthday and threw a fit. then her and i became friends. we talked about how shitty our boyfriends were. mine being alex and hers being brian. i had known of brian since maybe 10th or 11th grade when a couple of my friends were completely in love with him, which i never understood. i still don't understand. we started talking in january. we hung out a couple times, the guy started to like me but he wasn't really holding my interest. so we've had this awkward friendship, he comes to my parites. one in particular i find out he has a girlfriend and has had a girlfriend, whom i see him making out with. at my house? my valentine's party? yes. i didn't really care but all of my friends feel the need to tell him he's being disrespectful and that he's a big piece of shit. so two weeks later i get this confession of his love for me. then i recieve an IM. him being untitledshape, me being teen4ge hoodlum:
i also recieved this from brian:
"You know, I've never met anyone like you before. Usually when I meet someone new I feel awkward and shy. But with you it's different. I can talk to you. You know what I'm thinking without my having to explain to you in fancy terms. We speak each other's unspoken language... fluently. I love you."
...uhhh what? let me tell you a little bit about brian. in my dark ages, when i was dating alex(oh, you don't know about alex? we'll save that for another time.), there was a time when there was this girl katy that alex got drugs for once, and they flirted for a while and i found out on my 17th birthday and threw a fit. then her and i became friends. we talked about how shitty our boyfriends were. mine being alex and hers being brian. i had known of brian since maybe 10th or 11th grade when a couple of my friends were completely in love with him, which i never understood. i still don't understand. we started talking in january. we hung out a couple times, the guy started to like me but he wasn't really holding my interest. so we've had this awkward friendship, he comes to my parites. one in particular i find out he has a girlfriend and has had a girlfriend, whom i see him making out with. at my house? my valentine's party? yes. i didn't really care but all of my friends feel the need to tell him he's being disrespectful and that he's a big piece of shit. so two weeks later i get this confession of his love for me. then i recieve an IM. him being untitledshape, me being teen4ge hoodlum:
untitledshape (10:38:24 PM) : hey.
teen4ge hoodlum (10:40:45 PM) : hi
untitledshape (10:45:33 PM) : hey.
teen4ge hoodlum (10:46:36 PM) : hi
untitledshape (10:49:25 PM) : haylee.
teen4ge hoodlum (10:49:41 PM) : yes.
untitledshape (11:00:05 PM) : sup.
teen4ge hoodlum (11:01:47 PM) : nothin' really.
untitledshape (11:19:01 PM) : i took the ATAL vinyl out of my car.
teen4ge hoodlum (11:20:38 PM) : well,
teen4ge hoodlum (11:20:41 PM) : okay.
untitledshape (11:22:39 PM) : well,
untitledshape (11:22:52 PM) : fantastic.
untitledshape (11:23:05 PM) : im glad we agree haylee.
untitledshape (11:23:05 PM) : bye.
teen4ge hoodlum (11:23:39 PM) : what the hell brian
untitledshape (11:24:47 PM) : i don't know.
untitledshape (11:25:05 PM) : i guess i'm done trying to have a simple fucking conversation with you.
teen4ge hoodlum (11:26:44 PM) : wow
teen4ge hoodlum (11:26:46 PM) : alright brian
teen4ge hoodlum (11:26:48 PM) : bye
untitledshape (11:31:22 PM) : i hope you don't take what I just said the wrong way, and that you actually think about it.
untitledshape (11:32:29 PM) : I'm sure i couldve put it another way, but uh. thats just me.
i'm not sure what having a penis does to compeltely ruin your character, but fucking hell, i'm sick of it. and tell me why every boy that becomes the least bit interested in me just ends up falling in love with me and telling me i'm special, or "the forbidden fruit" of their life. this is bullshit.
and to top it all off, alex alman is all over my facebook. who's status does he comment? brian's. who's friends is he harrassing? mine. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
and to top it all off, alex alman is all over my facebook. who's status does he comment? brian's. who's friends is he harrassing? mine. GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.
Monday, February 23, 2009
schoolin'
i hate anatomy and physiology. it's not even interesting because i can't understand what is being said. my professor is so fucking smart, that I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE SAYS.
i'm frustrated. i got out of lab and hour and half early, which is wonderful because i am just appalled at the mere thought of sitting in a lab for 3 hours. we don't even do anything lab-like. the guy just talks.
andrew spencer texted me today and taylor and i discussed how much we love him. he said, "do you still fly with the clouds and creep like a sneaky snake snake?" i said yes. he responded, "well we should see what the clouds look like from beneath us together." i love him because of his weirdy tendancies.
tonight, i'll hang out with my best good friends taylor, matt, and dylan.
i should study. but i won't.
i'm frustrated. i got out of lab and hour and half early, which is wonderful because i am just appalled at the mere thought of sitting in a lab for 3 hours. we don't even do anything lab-like. the guy just talks.
andrew spencer texted me today and taylor and i discussed how much we love him. he said, "do you still fly with the clouds and creep like a sneaky snake snake?" i said yes. he responded, "well we should see what the clouds look like from beneath us together." i love him because of his weirdy tendancies.
tonight, i'll hang out with my best good friends taylor, matt, and dylan.
i should study. but i won't.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
workin' girl
it was an average sunday. wake up for work at 9:30, which is actually 9:24 because my clock is fast. so my alarm goes off at pseudo 9:30, snooze. "9:40"- snooze. i don't shower. i couldn't care less what i look like at that awful place. i have to same conversation 47 times a day:
"how much is this?"
"there's a price tag."
"how much is this?"
"it's on the price tag."
"what?"
"16 dollars."
"16 dollars? well, that's just ricidulous."
"sorry."
3 times today, i saw an oversized lady walk passed the store eating candy out of a sweet facoctory bag, and little oversized children lagging behind her doing the same thing. 3 different families. i also don't understand people who walk in and expect me to bow down and kiss their feet or some shit. i cannot stand that look i get like i didn't make their 4 minute shopping experience the best they've ever had. like i did something wrong. don't go trying to put off your negative energy on me, crazy asshole lady. that's not fair.
after that, i come home and my mom brings me food on a little tray to eat in bed. (this is not a sunday thing, happens every day) then i myspace and facebook, talk to my best friend taylor on the internet, and take a nap. now it's 8:51 and my sunday is over.
"how much is this?"
"there's a price tag."
"how much is this?"
"it's on the price tag."
"what?"
"16 dollars."
"16 dollars? well, that's just ricidulous."
"sorry."
3 times today, i saw an oversized lady walk passed the store eating candy out of a sweet facoctory bag, and little oversized children lagging behind her doing the same thing. 3 different families. i also don't understand people who walk in and expect me to bow down and kiss their feet or some shit. i cannot stand that look i get like i didn't make their 4 minute shopping experience the best they've ever had. like i did something wrong. don't go trying to put off your negative energy on me, crazy asshole lady. that's not fair.
after that, i come home and my mom brings me food on a little tray to eat in bed. (this is not a sunday thing, happens every day) then i myspace and facebook, talk to my best friend taylor on the internet, and take a nap. now it's 8:51 and my sunday is over.
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