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| Monday, December 13th, 2004 | | 9:32 pm |
emo kids are an epidemic
I joined that stupid tightpants community to see pictures of GUYS in tight pants. I was hoping for the Billy Idol/Sid Vicious types, instead I got pictures of guys that look like girls in tight pants. Which totally defeats the purpose. Oh yeah and the other night I was hanging out with Matt Payne and we decided to climb a 200 ft tall radio tower with the little blinking red lights. We got to the top and smoked a joint. I rock. Anyway that's all I have to say right now. Current Mood:  good | | Tuesday, November 30th, 2004 | | 5:39 pm |
update!!
Just so everyone knows that I haven't dropped off the face of the planet. I got mees an apartment and it rocks. I spent yesterday fixing it up and whatnot...putting up Christmas lights and posters and all sorts of fun stuff...my mom took me to Wal-Mart and we spent 400.82 on food and plates and bathroom stuff and tables and lamps and all sorts of nonsense. My mom = the shit. Last night was my first night there alone (I stayed there the night before but I made Ryan stay with me because I'm a weenie) and it wasn't too bad. I've got a big ol bed and no Benjamin to occupy it =( but this morning I woke up and took a shower and ran around outside on the porch naked cause it was cold and there's a big fence blocking the view anyway. I'm so effing excited. I'm at Aaron's updating right now because I have the computer but no internet so I've been spending a good bit of time playing Myst and those games but I think my dad is going to buy me internet access for Christmas so I should be up and running by the new year. I seriously <3 my parents. Friday a friend of mine from work is turning 18 so a bunch of us are taking him out probably to the Caboose and getting him trashed and crashing at my new pad. Gotta break it in somehow =) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway I just thought I"d let everyone know what's going on. If you know the number and I don't hate you then give me a call and come on over. I gotta go wash clothes, later. Current Mood: cheerful | | Thursday, October 28th, 2004 | | 4:04 pm |
The Molly and Ben Going Away Show
And I'm posting this publicly so I don't want to hear any shit from you bastards about not seeing me before I leave. It's Saturday November 6th at 8ish at Cafe Cottage and I don't know or care how much it is to get in. Probably two or three bucks. You can find that in your couch cushions. And we're leaving either the next day or the day after that. And after we leave you'll NEVER SEE ME AGAIN until Ginger gets married in April. American Outlaws are playing (of course), and Last Battle on Earth and Mugsy and maybe Beer Pressure and Plan Z (Kurt's new band). Yeah I don't care about the bands either but hey my picture's on the flier. Flyer. Whatever. Anyway you should all come out since I don't have a phone or anything at the moment. And I do mean all of you. Evan, Nick, Bunty, Holly and the rest of you are excused but ONLY because you live so effing far away. See you there. Take care. Don't be scared. Put your right hand in your underwear and say WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOO! Current Mood:  okay | | Sunday, October 24th, 2004 | | 9:50 am |
good morning love muffins
Okay so yesterday summed up in one sentence: Ben and I got back together and I'm moving to New Jersey in a few months. You're probably thinking "yeah...whatever" but we've got it all worked out and god dammit I've lived here my whole life and I'm ready to get out. He's getting his old job at the guitar store making $300/wk back and once he gets a place I'll go up there and get a job at a restaurant; I can actually transfer to a Bennigan's if there's one nearby. So basically he's leaving in like two weeks and I'll twiddle my thumbs for a month or two until everything gets settled. Okay there's a lot to explain but I'll do it later I gotta work. Current Mood:  sleepy | | Wednesday, October 13th, 2004 | | 10:35 am |
i probably have brain damage
My god do I have some things to update about. Like last night for instance. I woke up this morning and Sushi was here and my car was at Bennigan's and I had no idea how any of this had happened. I remember Eric showing up at the Sidebar though, and Philip saving me from the drunk stupid frat boys. There's a whole long story to be told but right now it's fucking 10:30 AM and I need to go back to bed because I'm still a little drunk. And I'm out of cigarettes. And I sort of miss hanging out with Milam which is silly because I should be over it by now. I need sleep, thank you. Current Mood:  goofy | | Monday, May 10th, 2004 | | 11:15 am |
dear world
I got my first ticket today. *applause* I didn't stop COMPLETELY at a stop sign that crosses railroad tracks, even though trains never pass through there during the day. So now I have to explain to my parents why I was out driving around in Carencro (where Eric lives) at ten in the morning (when I should have been at school). Ah well, time for a beer.. Current Mood: optimistic | | Thursday, February 12th, 2004 | | 8:40 pm |
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friends only
So I'm going to go friend's only for a little while, for obvious reasons. Chance, I'm trusting you not to let Eric come over and read this under your name, because I'm sure he'll try it. Oh and I'm sorry for being such a cunt yesterday. Any of you other fuckers: leave a note if you want to be added. <3 Current Mood:  annoyed | | Wednesday, February 11th, 2004 | | 7:25 pm |
just like in the movies
Big houseparty this weekend, hosted by a friend who goes to LSU. Kegs and jello shots will be abundant. Whoop whoop *does lasso thingy* Accompanied by sociology boy, perhaps? Current Mood: excited | | 10:20 am |
grr
I'm in the worst mood and I don't know why. Don't fuck with me today. I'm about ready to rip apart anyone and everyone. I can't find my wallet or glasses. Eric claims to know nothing about them. Yeah okay. I could really use a hug and a cigarette right about now. Current Mood: murderous | | Tuesday, February 10th, 2004 | | 7:17 pm |
ha
Current Mood:  hungry | | 2:04 pm |
done with this shiat
The casings on my cell phone and camera are broken. My back hurts when I turn a certain way. I have Mr. Pibb all over my pants. I'm fucking through with this. I'm a lot happier when I don't have to worry about him. I don't think I've wasted the past fourteen months of my life, persay, but I'm glad they're over. And now I can talk about Cody all I want. Waahaa! He's in my sociology class and I think I dig him. Very much. He's adorable. He has nice lips. He's a gentleman. He tries very hard not to give me the wrong impression. Not that I want a relationship at the moment, but I'd like to get to know him more. And I believe he feels the same way. Yeeeeeeah. It's a perfect day for sleep. Current Mood:  relieved | | 9:58 am |
so, yesterday
Sociology was gay as usual. Everyone was falling asleep, so we got out twenty minutes early. Cody and I were talking and he ended up walking with me all the way to my car. Incidentally, he was late for his statistics class. He doesn't like it anyway. Nice guy though. Oh wait, pause for a second. An amusing story that Hanson just told me: "Yesterday while I was walking home, I got attacked by a cheetah. It wanted my coat. So I put it in a headlock and threw it into the coolie. The end." Yeah I thought it was funny. Anyway. After sociology, Eric, Mitch and I went to the mall where I picked up some pants and Eric was convinced that Mitch was hitting on me. They dropped me off at BJ's where I met Shaun, Kat and Dustin. I played some Tom Petty on the jukebox, and we went to stalk Stephanie's neo-boyfriend. He wasn't there. We saw "Monster." It wasn't as good as I was expected. Charlize Theron is fucking great. Creepy as shit, but great. In the middle of the movie, right when there's a huge plot twist, the film fucked up. The movie sound cut off, the house lights came up, and some goddamn song about "sunny days pushing the clouds away" came on. Ironic as fuck, really, because this happened right as she was committing a brutal murder. Stephanie and I laughed for a good two hours at this. I should have asked for my damn money back though. I was the only one who had to pay. Eric called me at 11. He was on his knees outside of my window, begging me to come outside. I was bitchy and tired and he left, but not before leaving my pants on the ground next to my car. It rained last night. Bastard. I'm way out of it today. G'night. Current Mood: dead | | Monday, February 9th, 2004 | | 9:45 am |
grammys
Justin Timberlake beat out George Harrison for a grammy. Let me say that again. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE (of the now deceased and never to be thought of again N'Sync) beat out GEORGE FUCKING HARRISON for a grammy. Kill me please. In other news, David Letterman is airing The Ed Sullivan episode that featured the Beatles tonight. Must remember to record it, because sleep comes first. I'm going to buy new pants today, because my favorite ones have a huge hole in the ass. Something to distract me... The Guy of My Dreams. 1. hair color - blonds are nice 2. eye color - whatever 3. height - taller than me, preferably 4. six pack - okay, but not someone who works out all the time because they're usually high maintenance and overly concerned with appearance...and I'm not. 5. long/short hair - sorta long...Nick Carter style 6. glasses? - sure, they're cute 7. piercings? - NOT THE LIP...anything else (within reason...no Price Alberts or anything) is okay 8. chest hair? - I don't really like it, but I can deal 9. buff or skinny? - a little muscly...but not too much 10. straight teeth? - I don't really notice unless they're half-gone 11. punk/jock/emo/sXe/goth - umm...nice? 12. funny or serious? - I want someone laid back that I can laugh with...not a fan of drama 13. party or stay at home? - Party. 14. should he cook or bake? - Hopefully he'd be as bad at it as I am so we could learn together...but I wouldn't be opposed to a guy making me dinner every now and then. 15. should he have a best friend? - Sure...someone that we could both hang out with and wouldn't encourage him to cheat on me *cough* 16. should he have a lot of girl friends? - Ugly ones, yes. 17. outgoing or shy? - Shy around new people but outgoing around friends...kinda like me. 18. sarcastic or sincere? - ha! sarcasm! 19. would he watch chick flicks - damn straight...and cry with me too. 20. would he be a smoker? - I can handle it...so long as he isn't going outside every 5 minutes for a smoke 21. would he drink? - well yes. with me. all the time. 22. would he swear? - oh yes. He'd be a master of obscenity. 23. would he pay for dates? - yes, because I'm poor. I'd pay for him when I could though. 24. does he kiss on the first date? - if they date goes well, then yes, a little one 25. where would you go to dinner? - La Pizzeria. All the time. 26. would he bring you flowers? - every once in awhile if I'm having a bad day or something...my dad does that for my mom sometimes and I love it. 27. would he lay under the stars w/you? - provided it isn't 30 goddamn degrees outside...*shiver* 28. would he write poetry about you? - sometimes, and hopefully it would be really bad so that we could laugh about it together 29. would he call you hunny, sweetie, or baby? - Yes! And he'd invent some more along the way 30. would he hang out w/you and YOUR friends? - yes 31. would you hang out w/him and HIS friends? - yes 32. would he play sports? - not diehard, but maybe playing soccer against me every now and then would be fun 33. would he skateboard? - sure...as long as he loves me more than his skateboard =) 34. would he snowboard? - snowboarding is hot...but there's no snow down here 35. would he play guitar? - ehh, no 36. play piano? - holy shit...guy playing piano...*orgasm* 37. play drums? - sure I'm out. Current Mood: mhmm | | Sunday, February 8th, 2004 | | 10:58 am |
fuck, man
I drank last night and was an asshole to everyone. For something new and different. What I saw of the show was really fucking good, Wrong Number was way better than I expected, and I saw a bunch of people that I knew. I went outside to call my parents back at one point, and oddly enough, ran into Eric, who was on his way to the show knowing fully well that he wasn't allowed back at Toys. I convinced him to bring me to a gas station and we got cokes and talked for awhile. Then on the way back to Toys Steph called and had already left the show, pissed that I had left without telling her. Understandably. So Eric and I went to Thomas Park and talked and fell asleep until about 12:30, at which point I woke up and realized that I needed to go home. So I did and I passed out and that was it. ... Yesterday before all of that was good...I went to Simon Wooster's house with Dylan to do the Powerpoint thing on Frankenstein. Sometime during this process, Aaron and Mark showed up. Simon and I did the project, and Dylan's contribution was that he went and got us food. His radiator broke on the way back from Krystal Burger. He had the food though, so it was all good. Afterwards we all sat around, I played some Pirate game and I was awesome at it until fucking ghosts started showing up out of nowhere and scaring the piss out of me. We went to Aaron's and drank Everclear. Simon, Matt and I did, anyway. I went through Aaron's clothes and found a baby shirt, which I proceeded to try on because I'm an idiot. It barely covered my boobs. I then found a shirt that Amy Daigle had left there however long ago and wore it. I had "MADE IN CALIFORNIA" plastered across my breasts for the rest of the night, and something gay like "Goddess of surf, sand, and boys" on the back. I kept a jacket on all night. That's it really. Oh and by the way the other night Eric and I went to Smoker's Circle to...umm...do our business and cops showed up, citing that it was private property. We had to put our clothes on and get out and...argh...yeah. Definately the most embarrassing experience EVER. The cop was like "you couldn't get farther away from her house first?" to Eric. I almost cried. Okay I'm done. Current Mood:  hungover like whoa | | Friday, February 6th, 2004 | | 2:52 pm |
interesting
Half-Cocked Random Brutal Sex Dreamer (RBSDf) Fiery. Hungry. Blatant. Sexual. Christ. You are Half-Cocked. There's a lot of wild lust inside you, banging around, that much is obvious. There's also a lot of untamed emotion. When either escapes, look out. One minute you're completely together, the next you're a howling gale of hormones and opinions. Outside relationships, your intense, mercurial personality makes you a charmer. You can be fiercely devoted, and it's likely that many of your friends will be friends-for-life. Of course, your enemies are likewise certain and zealous, especially your exes and their therapists. You will find the right person. In the short term, he's someone virile who won't sweat your imperfections. In the long term, he will be someone mature and caring who will grow to love them. ALWAYS AVOID: The Slow Dancer CONSIDER: The Playboy, The Billy Goat Current Mood:  amused | | 10:16 am |
by the way
Steve fucking McGoffin called me last night. He wants me to go to a show at Toys Saturday night because his friend's band is playing their last show or something. I haven't talked to that motherfucker in forever. I miss him. I'm so going. Current Mood:  i bet i have pnemonia | | 9:45 am |
i'm cold and snotty and gross
Fuck, man, this relationship shit is hard. That's life for you, I guess. Also, I'm freezing. And I'm sleeping OUTSIDE at the Cajundome tonight. I'll probably bring a trashcan and make a fire or something...bum style, lol. I'm bringing blankets and sleeping bags and jackets and lots and lots of booze. I'll be damned if I don't get the best tickets possible. It's Gauthier's birthday today, so I bought a huge white birthday cake that I'm storing in Demay's room until 4th hour. It has huge balloons on it, made out of gobs of icing. I can feel my teeth rotting just thinking about it. Yummmmmmmmmmmmm Okay nothing else to say. I've got UL this afternoon. Fun fun. I think I'll make Sushi go to class with me so that I can prove that Cody is real and I'm not crazy, lol, and if you haven't heard about this guy, he's in my sociology class...more on him at a later date :-D Adieu. Current Mood: shiver shiver | | Wednesday, February 4th, 2004 | | 10:03 am |
caffiene
I had the brilliant idea of taking four caffiene pills during second hour. One pill is the equivalent of two cups of coffee. Prepare yourself for an entry from hell. Things I wish I was awesome enough to do: 1. Fight mobsters and get away with it unharmed. If no mobsters can be found, a couple of tobies would substitute just fine. Or perhaps Dave Matthews. 2. Make my own comic book, then my own comic book company, then turn my original comic into a video game, then make a video game company, then turn that into a movie, then turn my life story of drugs, sex and rock'n'roll into a movie. THEN I would prove that I am, in fact, better than Star Wars by making my comic/game/movie into the best trilogy ever. Better that Lord of the Rings. And all the James Bond movies. COMBINED. Then I would buy Mexico. And name it "Mollotopia." I'd hire Russian drugdealers and with my bazillions of dollars I'd make it snow (cocaine) in Mexico. This would also, in effect, make me god. There would be a Neo-Japan and Neo-Vegas in my Mexico, kinda like Disneyworld. Drugs would be legal. And I mean the hardcore drugs, like meth and heroin, thus causing most of the stupid people to die off. Guns would be legal but bullets would cost 500 dollars each. I would have Chippendale strippers as my secret service. They would be required to feed me grapes and fan me with palm leaves. And they would be deadly assassins. All of this would be done be done by age 20. Any places of possible earthquakes in Mollotopia would be abandoned. Everyone would ride mopeds, and pedestrians will be shot. Nobody would care that mopeds are so slow because everything would be really close, unless you wanted to go to other towns, in which case you'd have to take the bus or train, which would be 300 miles away from any given location. Maybe we'd have bikes too. Awesome folding bikes. I think I'd import a lot of attractive irish men to live in Mollotopia...Boondock Saints style. My Chippendale mafia would also be required to speak with an irish accent at all times. The punishment for being a terrorist wouldn't be death, but you get raped in the butt and then sent back to your respective Disneyworld area. As a warning. The entire army would be gay, because gay men seem to have a hell of a lot more sense than straight ones. Therefore no stupid wars would be fought. What you know as "gay" I know as "effective war tactic." Oh yeah we'd get french people here and they'd be like "Americans suck" and we'd be like "We're Mollonese, sucka" and they'd be like "Fuck you! We drink wine." and then the Frenchmen would woo all of our women, getting them pregnant, causing us to have to deport all of the Frenchies AND the pregnant women, thus taking care of any overpopulation problems we may encounter. What the fuck am I talking about here??? Oh yes, if I were awesome. Also if I were really, REALLY awesome I would have the best band ever. No, I'd have 10 bands. All completely awesome. And in my country, Sushi would be Secretary of Hip Hop and Vice President. But I wouldn't be called the President, I'd be the Badass "Puntamadre" and she would be my "Vice-Puntamadre" Then Sushi would reproduce like a jackrabbit and produce a lot of asians, so therefore our main export would be fishing and awesome video games. Also we would re-invent computers that fucking worked and were easily upgradeable, and probably re-invent the internet while we were at it. You cannot fuck dogs over the internet in Mollotopia. Or horses. And fat gothic kids will be laughed at. Little obnoxious kids will not be allowed into movie theaters, churches, or really any quiet public place. People can park where ever they want as long as they aren't blocking anyone else. No cell phones. Fuck that. Christmas will be in December and July. Homeless crazy people will be kicked into the now-decaying America. People I would invite into my Mollotopia: -Evan would be my Ambassador of Artsy Shit and Director of Asians (to produce video games that don't suck). -Aaron would be my Secretary of Apathy and Booze/Parties. -Kat. Oh man Kat would be the General. With her army of gay. Damn right. -Viggo Mortensen would have the title of the Puntamadre's Personal Man-Slut. -Shaun and Ryan would be my second-in-commands and keep my palace in shape. Ryan would also have a second duty as The Governmental Superhero, and would fly around and rescue people all the time. Shaun would do my hair. -Stephanie would be my Secretary of Poontang, and find suitable men for me to have sex with. -Eric would the Designated Sperm Depositor, and he'd impregnate everyone, thus producing millions of beautiful blond children. -The entire staff of Domino's pizza would be at my beck and call, and I'd never have to tip. Because they wouldn't make me pay. Because I'd OWN the damn country. Then before I died I would destroy our society. I am fucking brilliant. The end. Current Mood:  hyper as FUCK | | Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004 | | 2:59 pm |
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He sent me an e-card asking me to be his valentine. agh god I suck. P.S. - I'm cold. Current Mood:  i feel like poo |
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