Sunday, July 30, 2006

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Let's make memories ___________ Backroom Leave your memory Remember me Message me My memories

Mood: ...except replace "Kumagoro" with "I". And "hates" with "hate", I suppose. Whatever. Grammar nazism. Yay. Look, do you really wanna know how I'm feeling today? Read the subject line. Spammy keyboard slapping= pissy (or maybe just PMS-y. Who knows. Someone make me a goddamn cupcake. *thinks* Yeah, that's PMS. XD!) Jesus, how long has it been since I updated? Sorry. My mom hates me, remember? I didn't do the laundry so she's all... roar... and I got grounded... Finished my report today. Well, I still gotta do the documentation tomorrow to make it seem like I actually researched. Reckon I should submit the report as an article? So yesterday I stayed the night at Natalie's, and her boyfriend was over until midnight... well, the only good thing that came out of that was we got to watch Walk the Line (I'd like to shoot SEVERAL people in Reno just to watch them die) and scream "This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!" But on the other hand, I got to pretend I wasn't paying attention while Natalie and said boyfriend made out. Oh lucky lucky me. Then we were outside and I was staring off into space (as usual), and Natalie said, "what are you thinking about? A guy?" I shook my head and went, "Nah, a girl." She gave me this horrified look... I looked back at her... and then I started cracking up. (Of course, I was telling the truth all along, but she doesn't need to know that.) I just had a funny conversation with Sierra: Me: May I grasp your nittles? Sierra: Uh... will it hurt? XD. Her 8-year-old brother's convinced it's "Nipple Grasper" though. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, I shoved Gravitation down an 8-year-old's throat. I'm a bad person, bad influence, and so on. Yeah, yeah, sure. He thinks Mika's hot... o_o... well, at least he didn't say Ayaka. If that was the case, I'd have to shoot a boy in GARDNERVILLE just to watch him die. Lyrics time... 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah, No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no I can't change I can't change 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet Try to find some money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the things meet yeah You know I can change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold And I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no I can't change my mold no, no, no, no, no, I can't change Can't change my body, no, no, no I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down Been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Ever been down Have you ever been down?

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