[Lord Starscream]'s diary
GRRR.
Sometimes I just want to strangle Deven. You know, he's tells me that "oh, I'll be over today", or "oh, Me and Rachel might be over around the time you get off of work". and then, guess what? IT DOESN'T FUCKING HAPPEN. I'm so tried of it. I'm tempted to tell him that he's a jerk and just drop by unannounced instead. Tell him to stop telling me he 'gunna come over', or 'might be over', because every time I feel like I'm stood up, and I feel like I'm being desparate if I call him. I'm really sick of it.
On another note, I just found a solid game buddy. X3 Alex rocks. Ima try to borrow some games from him. He was the only one who stayed on poker-turned-g
Song of the week
If it relates to you, just repeat it like a mantraThe Galaxy Song
from Monty Python
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite enough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
GODDAMMIT
Fucking dropped my comp on the second day. DAMMIT. THe screen doesn't work. So I gave it to Mr. Holmes, and he was so busy (and, of course, my comp was beign difficult) that I didn't get a new comp until the day ended. But, eh, no biggy.
I just can't. FUCKING BELEIVE I dropeed the goddamn thing.
Ok. Sooo...uhm, broke a record. I've been up since 3 sunday. So, I've been up for a total of, currently, 25 hours. I didn't plan it this way, and I'm so flipping tired. But I can't sleep until midnight tonight, if I can help it. Maybe I'll nap for an hour or two, but I have to be uber tired.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
So, we're heading back to the school, right? Well, I locked up, but, being extremely forgetful because of my serious lack of sleep, I thought I locked my keys in the car. Well, the only option, Heather pointed out, was to tear the duct tape from the back window, and unlock the door. So, I did.
WELL, a few seconds after I opened the door, an ALARM went OFF.
I knew I had an alarm, but I didn't think it worked. Honestly. well, I was dead WRONG. The thing went off for 5 to 10 minutes with the three of us scrambling around trying to figure out where the fuck my key was. It turned out to be in my backpack. Haha. So, I turned it off in time for Alex to show up, and I explained. He just chuckled, and told me he thought that someone was being pulled over by the cops, or something.
Did I mention that kids were outside playing in the elementary school?
After that, we headed over to eat lunch, and I told Deven what happened. He looked at me, and was like "that was you?"
haha. Funny stuff. f u n n y stuff.
Written about Saturday 2009-08-29
Written: (5566 days ago)
I usually don't do this, but...
Billy Ray Cyrus
Achy Breaky Heart Lyrics
You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
He never really liked me anyway
Oh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I'm okay
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Ooo
This songs makes me giggle. X3
Written about Saturday 2009-08-15
Written: (5580 days ago)
