Monday, September 7, 2009

A Story At Three

Stuff White People Like.

This website. Is one of the most ridiculous ones that I have honestly ever encountered. It's all about how to make friends with white people, because supposedly we're so terribly stereotypical. It's funny, though, because they say that these are things that all white people like. I'm white. I hate more than half of those things. It's probably the stupidest website I've come across in a while. Sure, I like The Onion, and I like sweaters and hummus, but that doesn't mean that those are the only things I can talk about EVER. Hah.


Now, on a more positive note... MyLifeIsAverage.
This website will brighten up your day. I guarantee it, :D.

Scene Two.

Stephan and I are official. Saturday, September 5, 2009. I used to dread the fifth, but now I have a positive and a negative. I guess that's a good thing, right ? These two extremes share a date.

I suppose I'm not entirely sure of what to think of this. I mean, on the one hand, I'm glad that I have something to look forward to, but on the other hand, I kind of feel bad that both of those things have to share a date. They should each have their own special day, shouldn't they ? Oh, I don't know.



I pierced my other snakebite on Wednesday, and it's doing really well, considering the fact that I did it myself. It doesn't ooze as much (I know, that's gross, but it's life, haha) and it doesn't hurt as much, either. I'm really excited. Except I can't keep the stud in, I have to have a ring, which means that I can't have my left snakebite in because I don't have a ring for that one. It kinda blows, but whatever !

I'm in a weird mood today. This weekend has kind of been a disappointment. I got to see Stephan Friday night, and Stef, Seth, and I stayed in Rockford for the night. But I was sick the whole time, and I'm still sick. It's Monday. I have no immune system, and I hate it. Ohwell.



I like where we are
When we drive in your car.
And I like where we are, here.
'Cause our lips can touch,
And our cheeks can brush.
Our lips can touch, here.
Well you are the one,
The one that lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello,
I've missed you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.
Now there's no place else
I could be but here in your arms.

I like where you sleep,
When you sleep next to me.
I like where you sleep, here.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

One Is The Loneliest Number.

So save your scissors
For someone else's skin.
My surface is so tough,
I don't think the
Blade will dig in.
Save your strength.
Save your wasted time.


August
29, 2009.
10:06 pm.
Today. Was an interesting day. Josh and Lucas stopped by. Lucas is moving to California tomorrow, and he wanted his shirt back from when I slept over at his house. Josh's brother Sam wanted the hoodie they share back. So. They stopped by for about five minutes. Whatevs, I guess. As they were leaving, though, Lucas said, "I'll probably never see you again." It kind of upset me, because even though he was only a fling, I liked him. He was all dark and charismatic and mysterious.
I dunno.

I am honestly scared out of my mind for X (let's call him Fernando). I love the kid SO much. He's like my little brother. My heart fucking goes out to him. He came out to me a while back, and he's having a lot of difficulties with it. He can't really tell anyone, because everyone in McHenry is way too judgmental. He texted me today saying that he was thinking about throwing himself in front of traffic. My heart. Stopped. I cannot even imagine what I would do if anything happened to him.
I want to save him.
Ever since William died, whenever I see someone in a tough spot or something, I feel the need to help them. To save them. And the saddest part ? I can't do that. The only person who can, is themself.
That kills me.