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Alright. I saw Star Wars at 12:15 a.m. on Wednesday morning. It was definitely an
adventure waiting in that long line for three hours with so many freaks on laptop
computers. However, theirs was a forced weirdness.
What I mean by this is that the damn kids weren't even dressed up in my section of the line. Sure, they were playing poker and sitting on Darth Maul blow up chairs, but it really wasn't the phenomenon I expected it to be. There /I/ was feeling like the weirdo in my Queen Amidala geisha makeup, and I hadn't even made any real effort, I thought. All I could think was, these kids need a good lesson in Rocky Horror showmanship. And as for the guy that shushed us as we tried to read the "A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..." bit aloud: fuck 'im. Oh, yeah, and I liked Jar Jar, so fuck you, too. | ||||||||||||||||
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Yes, I also have to admit that I fucking trashed my parents' house on Friday.
It was a blessed event, except for the end of the evening when I decided I'd try
drinking myself into a stupor. I can't believe my mom actually tries that
to get /rid/ of pain...the poisonous shit /enhances/ pain. I felt three hundred
times worse after having those three Kahluas and milk than I had felt before.
Kids, don't drink. Alcohol = BAD. :)
Okay, I guess this counts as the educational part of my page! No, wait. I have invented a new drink. It really is the nectar of the Goddess. Here's how to make a Mossy Fontinelle: One bottle of Sobe Energy drink. (It has a bunch of ginseng in it. Comes in a small, pretty green bottle.) Two shots of Midori. I swear to God, this shit tastes like candy. Plus, you get all hyped up after you drink it! Yay, wonderful herbage! No, wait. Alcohol = BAD, kids. | ||||||||||||||||
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So, I had a little run-in with the green-eyed monster this weekend.
(Actually, I have little run-ins with it every day. This was a big run-in.)
I made the mistake of playing Truth or Dare not only with a guy I am dating,
but with a bunch of girls that I don't want touching him.
Heh. :) Okay, so I'm possessive and jealous.
It comes with being a Libra. I also like to make sure all my feelings are justified,
which is why I tried and am trying to stomp out the selfish ache I was weathering
this weekend. Recently I've been forced to do a little thinking about my actions and why they are so inane. I really don't think about the consequences when I mess around with some guy I don't even really know. Or at least, I didn't in the past. My main motivation for doing whatever my instincts told me was to try and gain a little affection and love -- every time I let some fuck stomp on my heart, I'm sure this was the case. You know, I really do think that all men are evil. I recently found out this one guy I once wasted a LOT of time pining over is a complete user. He just throws chicks away like yesterday's Baby-Wipes. Discovering this information made me ponder a ponderance that is all too common for me -- "WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?" I probably wasn't thinking ANYTHING at the time. Makes me want to smack myself. I wish I could find a nice woman to be with. One who's never been touched by another human being, male or female. Actually, if I had one wish it would be that I would never again require love or human interaction. Relying on other people to supply my own happiness is just going to lead to my downfall. | ||||||||||||||||
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