Yikes...

Has it really been two whole months since my last post? This is outrageous. I've been so fucking busy trying to find a different job, plus working at my current job, plus that whole school thing too.

I've got plenty of updates in the next few days, but right now I can leave you with this:




And I am furious to say I missed this show because I was vomming all night. WOOOO food poisoning.

Book Review!!!!

I finished this little gem by Emma Donoghue a couple days ago and I've got to say I loved it. A friend of mine gave it to me after she finished it, and just having read the intro on the back I knew I wouldn't be able to put it down. Not to many books suck me in right off the bat but this was great.
It's told from the perspective of five year old Jack, a boy who has lived his entire life confined in a 11 by 11-foot cell with his mother. To him, room is the entire world, it is all he has ever known. But to his mother, it is the chamber that she has been held captive for the past seven years, her own personal hell. Every night his mother shuts him away in Wardrobe where he is to remain while the ominous figure known as "Old Nick" comes to visit her.
Since it's told from the perspective of an incredibly naive 5-year-old, the book starts off as somewhat of a mystery that begins to unfold as Jack learns more and more about the reality of his situation.
I kind of found it a bit annoying following the story at first just because it was narrated the way a 5-year-old would actually talk, although you'll come to find that Jack is exceptionally intelligent for his age. However, I got used to the way he talked and quickly stopped noticing it entirely.
This book is similar to the real-life Fritzl case in Amstetten, Austria. Over all, I highly reccomend reading it if you are looking for a bit of new fiction to make your morning commute pass by much more quickly, or just something to keep you up at night until you finish every last page. I haven't read any other of Emma Donoghue's books but I'm certainly looking into them after finishing this.

the bed is empty and i feel crazy

Get More: MTV Supervideo, Music, Best Coast

I've been listening to Best Coast a lot lately. The songs on this album all kind of sound the same, but it's just a nice summery surf/pop band. They go great with this time of year, and I'm sure they'll make me yearn for this when I'm ass-deep in snow in a few months.

It's been a while since I've posted something remotely interesting. Mainly because summer gets so fucking repetitive. What did I do today? I worked. Then what did I do? Smoked. Ate. Watched TV. Maybe some yoga? Maybe I went out and drank with my friends. Maybe I did something outside. I probably cooked something for myself. Or went out to eat. But in all likelihood, I did all of those things. Just like the day before, and the day before that.

I've come to realize I don't really like the extreme seasons very much at all, I prefer the seasons of transition. Not just because of the mild weather but because no matter what, life always feels new and different in those seasons. I don't understand how everyone in those hot states can put up with this monotonous weather all year long. I would probably grow deeply, deeply depressed and lonely and sick of everything in my life.

So I don't think I've made it clear enough, but I'm excited for fall. I wanna go back to school, and be busy with fun stuff to do on weekends and great shows and starting my junior year and buying new clothes and learning to play this accordion I've acquired. Maybe try to style my hair like that chick above.

Hoped you enjoyed the video. Talk to you soon. Hopefully.

Summer Rage Part 2

Hey. I'm back. It's amazing the difference a few days can make. Yes, the shit is still continuously hitting a fan with no off-switch, but I am getting to the point where it just doesn't matter anymore. I suppose I shouldn't leave you hanging though (because so many people are just dying to pry into my personal life I'm sure) so here is part two:

So he's still acting like a dramatic yo-yo of emotion, and probably will continue to act this way for a while. Just got re-friended on facebook by him again, not surprised in the least. I wrote him a letter (speaking out loud isn't my forte) and I'm about to send it as soon as I finish this post. I basically told him that he's acting like he cares a lot more that he does, or should. Also, that if he continues to act like a soap opera star I won't be continuing to communicate with him. If that pisses him off he can suck it I guess, I'm really done feeling bad about this. I would have felt way worse if he wasn't such a shithead these past couple of weeks. But as it is, I don't see myself giving a shit for a while.

Amazingly enough, something good came out of this too. New man-friend, whatever you wanna call it. He's totally adorable (albeit skinny), plays like 7 different instruments and is ridiculous in the sack. Not to mention he's funny as hell (a must in my book) and somehow manages to treat me like a princess but respect me and treat me like a real human being all at the same time. He kind of just kicks ass in every way possible. I was kind of scared at first cause I didn't want him to start liking me as anything more than a hookup. Too bad I started liking him too. Even though we are more than a strictly sexual relationship, we're both totally on the same page as far as keeping this thing we have un-complicated. No drama, no jealousy, no bitchy texts, no drunk dials, no worrying about "what we are" or whatever bullshit people like to use to fuck up their relationships.

We went to six flags the other day with one of my main bitches from high school and her new man-friend and it couldn't have been more fun. At one point a group of guys started hitting on me and instead of being an annoying jealous guy about it he just smiled at me and ignored it. How refreshing right? I'm also pretty sure he's the first guy I've been with that my friends also think is cute. As if he didn't kick enough ass.

I'm gushing like a total loser right now but it feels good to be more positive at the end of a long, hate-filled rant. I'm gonna go back to writing my normal shit in a few days, I promise. I've just had a lot on my plate lately (these past two posts have barely scratched the surface) and once my affairs are in order I will be back with vengeance. See ya soon? Hello? Anybody?

Summer Rage Part 1

Remember in my last post when I said that I hadn't been writing lately because I was in too good of a mood to really bitch or complain about anything on here? Yeah, well it's your lucky day. Because the past few weeks have been a motherfucking roller coaster ride of drama and it's becoming unbearable.

Where do I start off? Oh, my phone broke. And I don't mean it got dropped or I spilled water on it or something. I just mean it doesn't do anything it's supposed to. It can't call, won't send texts, and it only gets Internet when I'm in a hot spot. I suppose it makes a pretty nice calculator. As well as a solitaire playing device. I suppose it can still be used as a pretty mediocre flashlight too. However, when it comes to doing it's actual fucking job, it chugs dick.

Lets see, what else... Oh right, my ex boyfriend is being a total fucking drama queen for hooking up with his friend. Yeah I know it wasn't the most considerate move on my part, I'll be the first to say that. But this is how it is: First off, we have been broken up for a whole year. Second off, HE was the one who broke up with ME. Third? He had been acting like a bag of douche for like a month leading up to this incident, so I wasn't exactly feeling overly empathetic towards him. Now I understand that even after its been a while it's still kinda shitty to hook up with your exes friend. But is it the end of the fucking world? No. It's not. Not at all. Jackie and Hyde did it. Plenty of my friends have too, and guess what? They all fucking survived, ok? The way he is acting right now makes me feel like I'm living in an after-school special. He is being more dramatic than most of my female friends have EVER been.

What has he done, you ask? Well he's called me and verbally abused me to the point of tears on several occasions over the past two weeks. Including, but not limited to: Father's day when I was at my grandparents house, on my way to work, at breakfast with my parents, and while on the train. For each time he's called me and made me cry he has also called me again to apologize and say that he wasn't mad any more. He has also deleted me as a friend on facebook. Then re-friended me again. Then deleted me again. Oh, and almost every time I've seen him he's been belligerently drunk and has never failed to bring it up at an unbelievably hyperbolic volume. I honestly would rather him be pissed at me 100% of the time so I could finally stop having to guess which mood he's in.

This would have all been fine to deal with on it's own, I'm not a whiny, pussy-ass-bitch and it takes a lot to shake me. However, the night he found out his ass-goblin best friend decide to bitch me out in a series of repulsive and ridiculously incoherent texts. I can feel myself getting furious as I type this, but I feel the need to tell you exactly what he said so you can fully understand the caliber of douchebaggery I have been putting up with lately:

So this conversation starts off with a simple, "Fuck you" to which I respond with a flabbergasted Quoi??? I'm wondering where the fuck this is coming from, because he has never spoken to me like this before. He responds saying "You know what". Just like that. Then he goes, (and I swear on my life I am not fabricating this) "You know where the dongs been. Admit it now or prepare for the worst. We will take you in the street and fuck you, then fuck you up."

What really grinds my gears is that the guy who wrote all this is the same guy who has cheated on his girlfriend multiple times. As in, fucked his girlfriend and his ex within hours. The motherfucking audacity this kid has to shit on me for doing something that's not even close to the same caliber as what he did is enough to make me want to punch him in the chest. He then proceeded to call me a whore and a fat, cock hungry bitch. Can you fucking believe that? I wish I could blow pressurized air up his dick hole until his balls explode. This guy is such a motherfucking chotch I can't even stand it. If you could see him you'd agree with me. He's an ugly ass ginger (not that ALL gingers are ugly, but he definitely is) with a nasty ass girlfriend, but he thinks he's the shit because he has a joke job at his dad's firm (which he does jack shit at, as all his coworkers say) and dresses like a mother fucking Ralph Lauren model (if Ralph Lauren models were hideous).

Honestly though, even if all the above WASN'T true about him, what makes him think that he needs to get involved in my motherfucking business anyways?? Jesus fucking Christ. If I wasn't so loopy right now I feel like I would have thrown my laptop out the window by this point.

I honestly had a lot to bitch about today, but the size of this post is pretty intimidating. Pretty doubtful if anyone is even reading this anymore (if at all). Not only that, but this has been exhausting and I need to seize this beautiful day and stop locking myself up on my computer like an angry little hermit. Stay tuned for part two. Or don't. The fuck if I care.

Shitty Summer Photos

I've been MIA for a while again (not that anyone reads this piece of shit anyways). It's not that I've been to busy to write, it's just that I've been in too good of a mood and never felt the need to vent like I normally do when I write on here. Anyhow, here are some pictures I have taken so far this summer with my jank-ass camera.

Lightning
Bacon and Bleu

Storm Clouds

Alien Flower

Bulgogi

Baby Pinto Bean

Wine in a jar

John's Island

Ohhhh Michael's...

Tots

Deluxe Wash

Life in the woods

HAHHHHHH