I might not be sitting here on a boat but I am sitting here on the floor on the really really really crappy computer while Nick is on my MAC playing Fable and Philippo is on Wii Fit.  He's only 117.  I fucking hate him.  Lol well I don't hate him but I am so jealous. 

I always have so much fun when Nick and Phil are over.  Fucking love it.

Abby won't be coming over this weekend I hope.

Megan is at a band competition and then on Saturday she has the SAT or the ACT.  I don't really remember. 

Tonight Nick, Phil, and I are going to go see Fast and Furious.  I didn't really have any desire to see the movie but going to see anything with them is great so I can't wait.  Then this weekend we have to watch Transformers (which I haven't seen), The Rocky Horror Picture Show (which Nick hasn't seen), and Iron Man (which Phil hasn't seen).

All in all it should be a ballin' weekend.

    So it seems that all my posts are about Abby but then again nothing angers me quite like she does.  
    
    So last night I was like Hey come over we can go see I Love You, Man (which was beyond fucking awesome btw).  So she comes over and all that good crap.  We head out.  Right off the bat she starts talking about how its so stupid for me to be getting a car and how I'm going to be a crap driver.  Yeah like saying "You so can't do it, your never gonna get your license."  Then she asks if she can drive the car that I don't own yet.  The car that cost more that both of her put together.  Lol yeah right biatch!  

    Then she biatches about how no one ever does anything for her and she just gives and gives and gives and how sad she is that Osage lost the flaggot competition. 

Yeah shes a flaggot.  

    So for all her giving and so she'd shut the fuck up I bought her movie ticket.  She thanked me and all that but you know, what ever.

    We have a great time at the movies and shit and really none of her bitching is getting on my nerves, for once.  I'm starting to think that maybe we really could live together.  See she's been saying that she probably can't afford a place in Dallas since her parents won't be helping her pay for it.  She want's to live with me.  Like really bad.  Like crazy stalker bad.  Then we got home.  I had forgotten about the one deal-fuckin'-breaker.  How she treats Victoria.    

    She calls her stupid and fat and when she whines to get up here but can't because Abby is sitting on the ottoman that she needs to use to get up (while she's on my laptop on facebook btw) she tells her to shut the fuck up.  When ever she spends the night she bitches about Vicky's snoring.  You know she snores.  I'd rather have you sleep in the other room than her.  

    Abby, my friend for three years treats my dog that way when Nick and Philippo who I've only known for part of this year are as sweet as can be.  Philippo lets her sleep with him and while he says that she snores louder than his dad he doesn't mind.

    Abby you're a total bitch.  Have fun with you life.

 Everyone can go crawl in a burning hole and fucking die.  

FUP;./

     So I've left my whole Circe du Soliel project till tonight and tomorrow and its due on Wednesday.  I am so freakin' dumb.  I mean I knew that I had to work on it and everything and I knew when it was due but I still waited till now and when things don't go right I yell and other people.  Because I'm a bitch.  
    Mrs. Blanton apologized today for being such a bitch on Friday.  She was all like "It was very unprofessional of me,  I'm really sorry,  I didn't know,  Wasn't having a good day,  Yadda yadda."   Like I care.  Saying sorry won't take the scar off my arm, won't take away the pain, won't take away the fact that I'll never forget it.  Never.  So go ahead and say your sorry.  Apologize till you can't speak.  I don't give a damn.  

    I might not have had a virtual fall from 65 feet into a river in the Under City but I did have a very real fall to the very real and very hard floor.  I was going over the gate coming back from the kitchen (we have a gate to keep the dogs in that room but the room doesn't have a door so...)  and usually I can just step over the gate but this time I got my foot hooked up on a little table next to the gate and fell on the hard stone floor.  It hurt really bad and my knee is throbbing!
   I was thinking about the fall and how much it is enjoyable.  Like time slows for a moment and you know that you're going to get hurt.  You just know that you can't stop it and you think back to what happened and where you went wrong.  The part where you're lying on the floor and screaming is also awesome for a moment.  Like do you really feel the pain at first or are you just screaming because you know that its going to hurt and that you've been taught to scream when in pain.
   God life is wonderful.

Big Love is on and I'm reading Stuff That White People Like.

This is a good night.

So I've been collecting Red Bull cans to send to Bob and I think I have around 14 so far. Damn Red Bull is expensive. I never really realized it before but wow. Also I can't find any Red Bull Cola. I really wanna try some but I just can't find any. May have to check amazon.

   I've been feeling really sick today.  Like sick to my stomach.  I also feel really weird and kinda out of it.  I really hate this.

Okay so I took a shower and it was so hot that I couldn't breath and I had to get out and use my breathing machine.  This really really sucks.

    So me being the idiot that I am I watched the preview for The Grudge 3.  Not only did it look terrifying but they also showed clips from the first two which scared the living crap out of me.  I'm an idiot.  

Fucking grudge.

    Lets play a little game called Bullshit.  So Abby, Nick, Philippo, and I were going to Jeff City.  We're in the car and Abby starts talking about how she was kinda gothic in middle school.  Cool, I think.  I didn't know her then but awesome.  She's all like "I used to wear Tripp pants and shirts with bands like Korn and AFI on them."  Cool I think again.  Thats not gothic but whatever.  So then she's all like "Oh and everybody used to look up to me too.  Like they would all be like how do you have the courage to dress that way!"  and "Oh your so damn unique."  FUCK THAT!!!  No one looks up to that kid.  The kid that wears whatever they want because they like it and not because its popular.  That kid gets picked on.  No one in middle school is like "Wow your sooOOOooOOo couragous!!!!1"

   I remember kids pictures from middle school and lots of kids used to dress like that.  Your not original.  You never were and you never will be.  The only reason that she gets so upset when ever people do the same shit as she does is because she wants so damn bad to be original.  NO ONE IS AN ORIGINAL ANYMORE!!!!  Nope not even you Abby.