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Speaking of hate, I really dislike a lot of things. Like unloading the dishwasher, being in two hundred dollars debt with my mom, annoying little middle schoolers [especially the ones that look like they could be in fourth grade with my nine-year-old sister], not having any vegan cookies except for the odd chocolate alphabet ones, Myspace chain bulletins, reading the Scarlet Letter [thank you, Sparknotes], and when my dogs come inside smelling like dog.
My duckies weeble but they don't fall down... unless they sit down. Then they're just sitting ducks =/
Today CSI and Without a Trace are on tonight starting at nine. Woooot. But to get to nine o'clock, I need to go to band first. Before I go to band, I need to practice Hercules music on Swafo, my clarinet. No one else names their instruments. They're weird. The only bad thing about playing clarinet is having to play with a reed. I break one every week. Tuesday night I broke my by accidentally slamming the top of my clarinet into the back on my ear. It hurt. But I didn't cry.
This annoying little girl needs to hop off my sister's dick and stop calling my house. She has been calling the past fifteen minutes since I yelled, "NO!!!" and hung up on her. I hate hearing my house phone ring. Even the ten seconds in between calls, I can still hear the rrrrrrrrring. That skanky ten-year-old whore needs to get a life and stop calling =]
I just got up, picked up the phone, and hung up. Good for me.... she hasn't called since!
I'm really not a mean person. I just come off as unintentionally mean, like lobsters.
She is calling again. What the hell.
I don't type properly, even though I can type up to like, 88 WPM. I "hunt and peck" for the keys. What the hell am I, un pajaro [FYIzzle: that means "a bird" in Spanish]??
All Time Low's new album kindasortamaybealittle makes them sound like Boys Like Girls, but better, even though BLG enjoys frequently talking about alcohol.
Cori Yarckin has a silly name. I like her hair a whole lot with the red streakish things in it, and her music isn't too great. Her voice isn't too great.
Myspace whores' names amuse.
*Dana Disaster.
*Ron Rancid.
*Ashley Amphetamine.
*Taylor Turbulanace.
Soon someone will probably call themselves "Eddie Encyclopedia" or "Brittany Bugspray" =/
Speaking of myspace, Nick Scararararani from Exit 4 posts odder bulletins than me. He should get a bloggy thang like this for all of his thoughts. Hah. Silly goose.
The fact that Kimchee died was total bullshit.
The radio on my phone gets better reception that the seven-year-old cd player in my room.
Don't join a cult. White rice may be good, but you'd only be able to consume it WITHOUT duck sauce or soy sauce.
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Posted by kaylajeskey on 2007-09-27 12:06:30 | Rating: | Views: 280
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This post is astounding. It mkes my sould happy.
To bad about streetlight, good collection of band pics you got thar, do you just go to all the concerts in a 20 mile radius of your house?
The warped tour is gonna be sweet!
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Posted by liarsmatchbox
on 2008-05-26 22:01:06
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