There is now an explanation for my attraction to facial hair, haha.
Seriously. I probably wouldn’t be able to attend school anymore if it wasn’t for her. Or leave my house at all. (But, I need to remind myself that it’s JUST school, not the apocalypse.) Somehow, someway, I will make it to her show in Asheville on November 19th. Even if it means going alone. Even if it means pushing my car all the way there or walking or something crazy. I will.
NO. IT IS A BIG DEAL.
I’m not an angry person, nor am I upset easily. But tonight, I am very angry. I’m in a terrible mood. Actually, I look like this sweet kitty right here.
You know, I just love waking up at 8 in the morning being soaked with sweat. And why will that happen? Oh yeah. MY FAN BROKE. It broke. Did I mention it’s broken? Because it is. I can’t sleep without my fan. And it’s AUGUST IN THE SOUTH. It’s so hot. Just typing this I’m working up a sweat. So, tonight I get to sleep in my nice warm bed, with no fan, and the relaxing August weather. My favorite.
A lot of other things are going on right now that really upset me as well. One starts with “The Adventures of” and ends with “Huckleberry Finn”. That one’s actually very insignificant compared to the others, but it is one nonetheless.
And since I’m already complaining about everything I might as well just let everyone know that pretentious people with false obscurities and dumb facebook pictures really bug me. You walk around in packs and suck anyone in that looks dirty or wears a fedora. And some how you ALL know each other. Who do you think you are to look down on me because I don’t walk around with a snotty look on my face like you didn’t choose to be here but since you are you will graciously grace us your presence?
That is all.
It’s merely a collection of my thoughts and findings on the Internet. An online journal, you could call it. I spend a ton of time on the Internet, therefore it only makes sense for my journal to be online. And I always find things I’d love to share with people. Okay, so maybe it is a blog. But not in the way that I see the word. For some reason that’s such a dirty word to me. Blog. “Read about me talking about myself.” That’s what it conveys to me. And…that’s not what I’m about. I’m about…