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Brittany: "You remind me of that crazy chick from that show. The one with the crazy hair and clothes, and she drinks a lot!"
07.16.2004 | 1:40 am All right, so I'm not going Friday. Josh dissed my company, my parents don't appreciate me staying the entire weekend alone in Birmingham, and I personally don't want to ride a smelly bus, so ... bummer. Aw well, Shaunna's coming over tomorrow hopefully. Brittany too. Hopefully, again. It'll be great fun. Brittany's probably going to be freaked out by the lesbianism, but that's okay. Heather's home, but only for a week or so. She meet some 27 year old bloke who bought her the world and confessed his love to her, so she's moving to Vegas to marry the fuck. Okay, not really, but I'm predicting the future. Heather's 17, by the way. My friends suck. Why can't I have a romantic 27 year old fool who'll buy me the world and want to marry me? Wah. I cry. I do believe I'm going to take my chances trying to get alcohol this weekend. Alcohol loosens everyone up, so we (Miranda, Brittany, Shaunna) can all be friendly without feeling weird. I should invite more people. Like a party. My mom wouldn't allow that. Shit. Most of the people would be driving from Meridian anyway, so darn Meridianites. Mr. Murphey said he would ring me up before he went to B-ham. I was hoping he'd call before 2 a.m. ,but since it's nearing that time now, I guess he won't. I honestly have my doubts of him calling at all, even though he promised. I do know how his promises go, so I'm not really counting on it. Oh well. If he read this before leaving or calling me, good luck baby. I hope you have a good show. Good luck to the lot of you, Pat, Mike, Clanton, and the happy-go-lucky merch boy, Andres. Archie comics taught me what "happy-go-lucky" meant. It also taught me a lot of other shit. Like guys cheat. Girls can beat someone's ass. Rich girls always get the guy. And everyone knows a Jughead. If anyone wants to know why I not only think Modest Mouse makes the best darn music ever, but that Isaac Brock is the hippest bastard alive, read this. My god, I'm depressed. I had a dream about modeling midgets last night. Midgets just walked down a runway and modeled clothes that I designed. I do ike designing clothes, but I hope not for midgets. I also remember bits of one about Me, Justin, "N/A" and a microchip that would save the world. Weird. I Love the 90's isn't as awesome as I thought it would be. It's still pretty cool though. It reminded me that I still want the movie Reality Bytes. Buy it. For me. Please? |
