Tuesday, July 3, 2007

-time- 12:12pmct -date- tuesdayjuly3 yesh i put it up again i just like it XD SHUT THE FUCKING TV OFF AND READ A BOOK or something Wise words, wise words. There's nothing on TV anyway. I ended up watching some crack psychologist lecture about suicide. It was either that or James and the Giant Peach. I don't need to watch a movie about a fruit. I have my life. That's fruity enough. What kind of books do you like to read? I like the teen books where the kid has a dysfunctional shitty life. Like their parents drink or fight, or they were raped or beaten, or they run away, or into drugs and other addictions, food disorders, suicidal... and on top of all that they have a 'lover' that they're sacrificing everything for, or their only friend is a pet.. Fun stuff like that. Who wants to read a fucking book about a whiny teenager who thinks her life is at end because a boy she was going out with just to be popular dumped her and her friends are turning on her and she got an A- on her test and her mother reads her PINK FLUFFY DIARY!?!? -I'm calm, I'm calm- *deep breath* I accually remembered my dreams. I'm happeh I had three. One of them I left the house one day and decided to take the bus to my boyfriend's house but the last bus I took turned around and started going the wrong way and I got all pissed and started throwing food at the driver. Another was this guy was telling me his story about how he was trying to escape the cops and run out of the building before the place locked down, and he had his baby with him. WHY? I don't know. But anyways, there were 2 cops and he needed a free hand so he could shoot one of the cops and get away. Sooo he threw the baby to the side and shot the cop and ran for it. -_- He THREW the baby. It died. And the last one.. the guy who raped me or molested me as a child came back to my house but I wouldn't open the door. I was scared.. of course. But we made small talk or something and found out he was an ok guy and he gave me a hug which scared the FUCK out of me. I didn't want this guy to touch me. Then he left. He left the gate open. That pissed me off. I hate it when people leave the gate open. [that i know of] I was never raped or molested, it was a DREAM. And if he ever came to my house, he'd have quite a few knives through his skin and he'd be missing his 'gun'. But it makes me happy cuz I love dreaming and I haven't remembered them in sooo so long. It's so beautiful out today It's cloudy, so it's cool out. Yet there's this warm breeze. And the air smells like rain. I'm probably going to go out and lay on top of my picnic table and read a book, or draw, or write. ~rabid

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