preface:
i know this entry looks kinda long and rather intimidating, but you should really read through the whole thing thoroughly and carfully, digesting its content and finding the true meanings of the words on the screen for one reason only and that being that it could change your life. this is not just a lame update, but rather very important knowledge that i have drafted and edited to encourage everyone on in your lives and root for the home team (that is you, because you are my friend) and because knowledge is power as they say, i suggest if you want to be powerful you practice reading, cuz that is how you learn by doing just that to this...
summer is dangerously near. and i hope it is going to be all i am dreaming it will be, and those dreams are intense so look out if you are in them.
the pool is open and i checked the temp.. 75 degrees. i wish it was 98 degrees, because then it could sing to me, seranade me, love me. but its not, 20 more to go. id say its not out of the question. ill let ya know when it comes, ill invite you over, and in payment for the sing seranade love, a festival will be prepared in their honor. it will be called the mafaque. oh damn, forgot.. thats already taken.
there is a time in every young womans life when their parents command them to get a job and threaten them to be cut off from all their gracious funding she/i have become so accostomed to in the past. this is a heartwrenching reality kicker and its in the works right now. in every conversation my mom will so eloquently work in a phrase or two about the JOB. we were sitting in starbucks today and she goes. hey nora, theres a paper over there, lets quit our game of checkers and look at the job listings.. you cant jsut quit a game of checkers.. she should be ashamed. or hey we are right across from pier one, go on over and pick up an application. NO i dont want to MOTHER. i will go when i am good and ready and not a second sooner. no matter how much you cursed at me.. i quit sucking my thumb in 7th grade all on my own and not a second before because i was picked on and i will do the same with getting a job. leave me ALONE. but continue giving me money please and thank you. :) with that i usually get a smack or two.
as we all know, its allergy season and mine are in full force. sometimes i wish i could just burn my face off. i dont know why but it sorta seems like if i dont have a face anymore, consequentially, i would no longer have allergies and that means i would have WON. however, that oppurtunity cost is sorta a deterant. no allergies no face or deal with allergies and have a face. going into the deal blind i would probably go with the former, however ive seen some of those people on maury polvitch, ya know the i have half a face/i have burns covering 80 percent of my body episodes, and let me say that some of those guys arent lookin so good, some call them deformed, i call em unfortunatly uggg leigh (they are all named that). in conculsion, i suppose i can deal with the allergies.
THERE ARE WORSE THINGS IN THE WORLD.
so let that be a lesson to all you livejournal fanatics. im being stereotypical here, but on average, all you ever talk about is depressing stuff, like ohhh i just dont know what has been wrong with me lately.. nothing seems to make me happy/horney. im fat, i need a new style. blah is what i am. i know ive been there, i have one of these things dont i? well just remember THERE ARE WORSE THINGS IN THE WORLD. you could be on maury polvitch talking about why you are missing your torso or were born with only half a scull, ya know? but the ironic thing is... ill bet you $400 that everyone of those POOR DISFIGURED SONS OF BITCHES have better attitudes then you. and not everyone. ie: i know brian lawson is never depressed but he reads this shit. i know chelsey tanner does to, she doesnt actually have a journal, but she reads em like its her job, and shes never depressed, just winey and sportin the baditude (bad attitude) but thats why i heart her. so if youre ok then thumbs but if you need some help in the mood department, DONT GO TO A PSYCHOLOGIST. they will medicate you until the cows come home and you may be "happier" but you will never be "happy" so figure it out your damn old self and dont funnel your dollas into a fake doctors mouth. i say their mouths because that is the only part on them that ever does any work, what happened to hard labor, building pyramids and plowin the fields and whatnot. we seem to be very caught in the TWOTHOUSANDFIVE or TWENTY"o"FIVE if you will. we should try to find the FIFTEENHUNDREDANDTWENTYFOUR or perhaps even EIGHTEENHUNDREDANDFOURTEEN, you know, whatev.
i need to take a breather.. but this has been fun, i like typing furiosly. whas my name, whas my name..
ryan seacrest..........................................OUT