And so I was sitting on the couch, staring at the television in horror as orcas were playing volleyball with a dead baby sea lion.

You know every word they say

… “You knew just the right things to say to them. Distance ripped us farther and farther and farther away.”

Today was pretty good. We did virtually nothing in all of our classes.

Instead of going to the pep assembly, I went to my favorite teacher’s classroom and chilled out for a while. Except other people did that, too, and it made the entire thing extraordinarily uncomfortable because I couldn’t read Crime and Punishment in peace. God, people- this is study hall. If you wanted to talk, you should’ve gone to the pep assembly. I hate everyone.

Cody had lunch with us today. It was awkward but I was too busy being all :D! to care.

One of the restaurants mom and dad seem to love is this stupid place that we affectionately call, “Chung’s,” even if that’s not the name of the restaurant at all and quite honestly, I feel like someone made up the name. Anyways. It sells teriyaki chicken and only teriyaki chicken. I hate teriyaki chicken, and I feel like everyone else on this planet does besides my parents. I also feel like my parents are the only sponsors that help maintain this business, really.

So, they called me when they were there because they told me they would if they discovered anything on the menu that did not involve teriyaki chicken. The options were pho soup, egg rolls, spring rolls, and fried rice. All of which are essentially side dishes to complement teriyaki chicken. First, I hate spring rolls. They are lame and whomever invented spring rolls deserved to host a debilitating parasite within his or her intestines. Second, I’ve never consumed pho soup but I heard it was really good so I asked for it. My mother said that I wouldn’t like it so she wouldn’t get it for me.

In the end, I ordered egg rolls and chicken fried rice. (Another thing- shrimp fried rice owns, I don’t understand why the only choices that were available were pork, chicken, and beef.) I only ordered egg rolls because I wanted to spite spring rolls. I don’t know how good egg rolls taste, but they should be better than spring rolls because nothing is worse than spring rolls.

On second thought, I should have bought spring rolls so I could pain them as I consume them. Not only that, but I would keep the spring rolls away from their friends in the process, which could possibly induce suicide among the spring rolls and make all spring rolls die. Like Voldemort, only not.

Edit:

WHY OH WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS COMING?

They put teriyaki chicken. In my fried rice.

I hate everyone.

Spending too much time on self-improvement is anti-social.

K. So I’m a bit angry right now. No, I’m very, very, angry right now. Y’all better watch yourselves, because I’m ready to bring it!

Why I am an angry atheist.

I think this entry will do more to elaborate upon my last entry. I will probably update this often. Enjoy.

So. I’m siiiiick. And I’m angry. And I’m dying on the inside. And I can’t get out of school because I have three essays due within the next three days, I have four tests tomorrow, and a test and a project due the following day. Everyone can suck it.

Oh, and I’ve been getting really hardcore pimples on mah face, which is something I’m also angry about. The second you begin taking placebos while on birth control, bad things happen. I’m not so vain that I care about this stuff; the first two left me indifferent. The third one is what made me want to inject arsenic into the Virgin Mary’s womb.

And, like, DUDE- I can’t pop my ears anymore. I’m ready to bring it. I’m so angry that I’m pouting. Yeah. I’m even italicizing my language. Feel the wrath through the italics and capitals. FEEL IT.

I couldn’t sleep last night. R.Kelly’s Trapped in the Closet was on, so I watched it…

And. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop.

It was very intriguing, although, he had to use the word, “midgit,” to make the verse rhyme, and so for the remainder of the episode it was talking about this woman who was cheating on her husband with a midgit. And who was pregnant with the midget’s baby. And every time there was a transition between plots, I exclaimed, “rofl!” or, “lol.” or, “roflcopter.” because the cliffhangers were so ridiculous. And when I managed to fall back asleep, the tune was stuck in my head. Yeah.

And I’d do it again!

I held off going to the bathroom for the entirety of an hour and thirty minutes, because I didn’t want to miss anything. It’s terrible. But I enjoyed it.

And I don’t really know what I think of it exactly. I was surprised that I wasn’t too annoyed by the constant singing. I was also surprised that hearing R. Kelly make his voice deeper or higher to imply different characters didn’t annoy me, either. Perhaps I was too interested in the plotline.

Here is the plotline of what happened in the part that I watched. I don’t remember any names, but like in math, I’ll separate the subject-nouns with the adjectives that are modifying it to make it easier to understand, that is, if you read it all the way. You find a theme of cheating alot here and it gets a bit boring sometimes, but whatever. Quite honestly, I’m surprised I remember so much of it.

This dude cheated on his wife with a woman he met at a club.  The woman ended up being married to a pastor. This woman’s husband came home while the dude was at her house, and the woman made him hide in a closet. So, this is the first time the “trapped in the closet” thing happened. (The man the woman is married to) is a pastor, who is also cheating on his wife with a gay man. Then the first dude decides to go home, but when he calls his wife a man answers the phone. Immediately, the dude decides his wife is cheating on him, and goes home angry. He is in such a hurry that he gets a speeding ticket for it, but when he finally gets home, he realizes that his wife is alone and that everything is fine. The wife’s brother just got out of jail and was home. But no! The wife was cheating on him with the policeman that ticketed the dude earlier! But they forgive each other and start having fun and laughing about everything that happened UNTIL! the policeman comes in and thinks the dude is trying to murder his wife, and the dude is at gunpoint with the policeman! And then they get in a fight and they accidentally shoot the wife’s brother! And he just got out of jail and was going to turn his life around! But in the end everything’s k with him because he knew how to fix it so whatev.

Later, we find out the dude’s wife and (the woman that the dude was cheating with) are friends, haha. And we find out that the dude was paid to cheat with the woman because the woman wanted to end the relationship with her husband. And the policeman was also cheating on his wife, and his wife was also cheating on him… With a midgit. Who was hiding in a closet. That’s when I exclaimed, “roflcopter.” :3

… Jeez, there was tons more that happened, but uh, it really sucks having to write it out because I don’t know their names.

From a literary standpoint (yeah, music can be a form of literature) I do like the reoccurring theme of being trapped in a closet, though. The building of suspense was great. I enjoyed the plotline, because everything mixed together. It reminded me of the way Charles Dickens’ had set up his plots. The reoccurring theme of cheating, though, became very tedious and I wanted something else to happen. Hah, and the midgit part made me laugh alot, although, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to laugh at it.

Sometimes when he couldn’t get it to rhyme, he would just carry on the note for a few seconds and continue. Or he would force the rhyme, which annoyed me. I forgive him for that, though, I realize how hard it is to rhyme for an entire hour and a half. I also loved that if within the story, people would be fighting (even if this doesn’t happen all the time) he would layer his voices and make it sound like an argument. It really made me understand the confusion with which the protagonist was feeling.

The concept itself is an original one, but I don’t know if this is something I want to become common.  I appreciate the originality of it, and from an inspirational standpoint, it’s cool that he used this as a way to spark his creativity.

… I really do not know what else to say about it, haha.

Napoleon’s tailor dressed him in a giant hat,

“… and funny platform shoes. He said anyone can be a hero, you just got to force people to look up to you.”

So I expected that they wouldn’t pick me, but it really wasn’t enough. I’m trying hard to remain as selfless as I can be. I know this isn’t a personal attack. I know that there are people who are better than I am at this. Taking me could potentially ruin our chances at state. This is a competition. If they could take everyone, they would. They just can’t. I shouldn’t be taking this so hard.

But anyways. I went to the diversity alliance meeting today. We made posters. I left early with Melissa. I feel so terrible about it, though. I impose on her time with John. As misanthropic as I am, I am trying very hard to understand that she, like most people, appreciates the time spent with her significant other. It’s not just that, though. I don’t do it on purpose. If Debbie and I were cool, then I wouldn’t be doing this to her. The more often this happens, the more I feel I am a burden to her.

We have to take a personality test online for AP Psychology. Uh. Dear god- ALL of these traits can apply to ANYONE. This is comparable to astrology. I can’t believe I have to do this.

… “Are you sometimes rude to people? Rate how much you agree with this statement from one to five, five meaning agree, one meaning disagree.”

Dude, like, don’t even go there.

Not to mention how terribly wrong the results were. It suggested that:

1. I  do not seek out new experiences.
   • Seeking new experiences is what life is about. Why would I deny myself that?
2. I am “neither organized or disorganized.”
   • Er, way to be even less helpful than you were originally.
3. I tend to shy away from social situations.
   • I’m quite the social person. I have tons of friends. I giggle myself into a stupor so other people don’t feel uncomfortable, kthx.
4. I find it easy to express irritation with others.
   • Only sometimes. Which is not often.
5. I am generally relaxed.
   • Actually, that’s quite correct. Except when it’s not.

Er, yeah, that was fail. I expected more since this was an assignment for school. How wrong I was.

So that’s my rant for today. I now have to get started on the four math lessons I have to do, and prepare myself for the quiz. That is tomorrow. And I have no clue what this limit sequence thing means. Uh, yeah, I’m pretty angry.

I keep making a fool of myself in front of the cool dude that wears slacks. It’s not like I’m fully aware of it, either. I’m not trying to show off for him or anything. I only realize he’s around once I’ve actually embarrassed myself, kthx.

Knowledge Bowl was k. My team isn’t going to state, but another team is and the other team is tied with another local school. It’s interesting. I might even come along with them, since they need alternates!

On the way back, however, we had a huge conversation about religion. I did not establish this, mind you. I tried very hard to not be insulting towards everyone else.

… But man, I thought the people on Knowledge Bowl would be smarter than this. Yeah, it was a pretty ignorant assumption to make, whatever. I expected them to be slightly skeptical of things like this. I’m pretty ticked off. I do appreciate how the guy who thinks I’m hot looked at me with such hope and adoration when I said that I wanted to announce something to the group, only for his dreams to be smashed down by my antitheistic/atheistic views. Uh, that’s what you get for being Catholic? :3

The thing that bugged me the most was how I was so torn between my “it comforts them, let them believe whatever they want.” and my “oh my god, they are so wrong about everything.” I was ready to bring it. Aw, I had so much faith in all these people not to let me down with their religious stuff. Oh, and their arguments were so weak. And typical. The conversation was not thought-provoking at all, which disappointed me because I had hoped that it would be; that is the reason why I was listening in the first place. I had heard it all before. Only by people that I had respected less. Well.

With Christianity, I’m not completely all right with it but I do not necessarily disagree with it. I think I can attribute that to the fact that I have met more passive Christians than I have met, say, fundamental Mormons. And there are alot of fundamental Mormons that I know. I oppose LDS at about the same level of Co$. The degradation of women seems to be more prevalent within the Mormon community than the Christian community. At least there are some Christians that are somewhat skeptical about their religion and tailor it to their needs, but it seems like there are more Mormons who are willing to accept it. Hah, I don’t think passive Co$ believers exist. I mean, if you have to pay thousands of dollars to achieve a higher status in a church, it wouldn’t be particularly easy to admit that the system is wrong.

Oh, not to mention that LDS and Co$ are cults.

Me: What is the point of salvation if you don’t even know what God forgives and punishes you for?

*everyone else carries on*

Me: Oh, and by the way, Jesus never existed.

*Kenny glares at me from the depths of his soul*

Me: Yeah, you heard that, didn’t you?!

*Kenny resumes reading his Salvation Map aloud*

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So, what has this conversation done to my perspective of my peers?

I would hope the impact would be very little. I want to judge people by what they do and not what they think. Somehow, I don’t think I’m at that point yet. This doesn’t mean that I’m going to think they are dumber than I am, that they are bad people, or that they are any less respectable. I’m not sure what this means.

It annoys me that people can lie to themselves this substantially just to maintain homeostasis. That they do not try to get all of the facts before making a proper assumption. That they aren’t strong enough to face the facts. I also understand, though, that getting all the facts and all that jazz may not work for everyone. There are certain things people have to do to make themselves feel comfortable- even if I acknowledge it as it happens, I still do this for myself all the time.

As illogical as it is, I don’t want to admit that I do not have all the answers. I don’t think that’s illogical at all, actually, I’m sugarcoating it. People are smarter than I am, but I have a full grasp of this religious thing. I know more than most “religious” people do.

Oh- but to completely ignore contradictory facts to make oneself feel comfortable, is a completely different thing. It is forgivable to do this for minor things- not while choosing the foundations of your life. laskjdfl;askjdflkjdsf

—> Now, let’s reflect this back to myself. I know there is nothing I can say to these people to make them begin to question their beliefs. Quite honestly, I think they attach too much sentiment to them, because really, they have inherited these beliefs from their parents; it is that simple. Am I really this stubborn that I consistently get into arguments with people about this, even if I know that I am not going to progress at all? Perhaps I have not been exposed to this stuff live much. I can recall about fifteen instances in real life within the past couple of years that bring religion into question.

Another thing is that during this discussion, I spoke very little. I do not know when I’m being too harsh or if something I am saying is even insulting. I say what I mean, but that’s a pretty bold statement because I try pretty hard to sugarcoat whatever I am saying. But I never really know if I am being insulting. I suppose that is the Enlightenment fallacy at work. I tend to think that if I just put the truth out there, people will see that, and not whatever else they perceive it to be. Which is, of course, wrong.

Just like you, only sweeter.

Today was one of the best days that I’ve had for a long time. I talked to Cody before sixth period (Er, yeah. I’ve been mentioning him pretty anonymously lately, but whatever.); I got an A on my essay final!!! Uh, I suppose that’s the extent of happiness that occurred within my day, but whatever. It was good enough for me.

After school as I was going to Knowledge Bowl, I talked to Kat from Spanish class. It was surprising how she had the idea of how I am “smart in Spanish.” She’s really cute, haha. I didn’t really understand how she got that message, since I hardly ever speak within that class and when I do, I sound pretty stupid. And it’s not like I judge the merits of my classmates by the answers they give in class. That’s the only place she could have based her judgment from because I never, ever speak to her. I was surprised she even recognized me as we were walking up the stairs together. It’s not like I don’t want to speak to her, the opportunity has never come up.

As much as I hate to admit it, Knowledge Bowl makes me feel extraordinarily inadequate. It shouldn’t. For one thing, this is supposed to be for fun, but somehow it turns into a who-has-a-larger-nerdy-penis competition, if you get my drift. Another thing is that the knowledge that is exhibited during the practices and competitions are not a reflection of how smart I am; basically, whether one knows the answer to a question or not is a matter of probability.

It turns out that my cumulative GPA is substantially lower than I had expected it to be. It’s not terribly offensive; it’s a 3.3, but I thought I had a 3.8. Yeah.

Uh, yeah. Thankfully I have a few classes I can jump start because of the As I received. I just don’t know how much that will bring my GPA up. Man, I guess I didn’t understand the system as well as I thought I did.

WE HAVE ORANGE JUICE WITH PULP IN IT.

Even if it still tastes way too acidic or whatever- there’s pulp. And that’s the only reason why I drink it. Except it makes me use the bathroom *cough*pee*cough* during the day, which is strange because it means that I have to go into the bathroom. It’s just so awkward when you’re washing your hands and you hear someone peeing and they come out of the bathroom AND YOU KNOW THEM. laskjdfl;askjdflskjdf

My new alarm clock eats away at my soul. It’s out to get me- I swear it. I woke up this morning and I was debating with myself whether I should go back to sleep or not and I told myself, “Well, I have another hour, whatever,” (In case you didn’t know, I put my alarm clock in my dresser drawer so it wouldn’t make my brain explode as it rang) and I turned over and fell asleep. Right away, the bell started ringing, and I forgot to put it in the drawer last night and it absolutely broke my heart, dude. That was absolutely terrifying.

NEVER EVER EVER EVER AGAIN!

My Ravelry invitation has arrived! Oh, sweet joy! lksjdf;sjdf

LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN

THANK YOU, RAVELRY

To hell and back.

Yesterday was terrible. Mmph.

Today, I am home. I am going to buy myself some flowers for Valentine’s Day, although, it’s really expensive! I want to buy some orchids and possible a few roses. It’s not pathetic, I’m just expressing my love for myself, fo srs.

And soon I leave the infirmary

Feeling well, but lacking courage.

My english and math finals went pretty well. My essay, however, was far too laconic for my tastes- but how much can a person write in thirty minutes?! Er, yeah, I could’ve saved more time for the essay, but, uh, there’s no use dwelling on the past! :D

I did really well on my final in Spanish, too. I got a B on it. I thought I failed it, man, haha.

And you know how I found her address? Yeah, I just realized that I can send her a letter. Old-fashioned, but if it gets the message across and enables me to forgive myself to some kind of degree, then it’s a good thing, after all. I just have to let my parents know. Somehow. They think that I’m completely over it, since this was four or five years ago. I was over it for a little while, but I’ve never given up the curiosity (Ahahaa, “wonderment.”) of how she is doing now.

Mallorie was gone in first period today, so I didn’t really get to talk to her. I talked to her in third period, instead. I look forward to speaking with her for some reason. She’s so quiet if you do not approach her, but the second you do, she gets all laskjdfowije on you.

AH! The Format is on hiatus? Even if they were planning on recording another album? I’m dying on the inside. That just ruined my month, dude. I was looking forward to their new record so badly. It was up there with the new Jack’s record. Man, their solo stuff better be good. I’m going to crawl up into a ball and cry for a few hours, kthx.

I married the madness that left me alone in the dark.

I went to Ikea today and the SuperMall. It was a good day. Days like these where we get along. Well, three of us do.

I went to the bathroom at the mall and after I washed my hands, they had those blow-dryer things. BUT THEY WERE AUTOMATIC. So out of nowhere, a huge burst of air came out. And it made me squeal. And an old woman came out of the stall, laughing at me. My hands were wet and as I tried to leave, I opened the door with my elbow, and a woman on the other side was trying to get in. So, yeah, you can see where that was going. Not to mention that NO ONE knows how to use the toilet, so there was pee all over the seat. Which I didn’t realize until I sat down. I hate everyone.

It’s the wrong time for somebody new.

This is the new, “epitome of my existence.” Enjoy.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
Y’know about the whole “thing” with Megan and Logan, right?

Phrawr says:
no

Phrawr says :
What’s up?

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
It’s not that big of a deal, I really shouldn’t care. But Megan and Logan have world history together and something happened and they were talking and he said that he was “subtly hitting on her.” Yeah, I shouldn’t care.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
BUT IT MAKES ME ALL PARANOID AND OMGZ

Phrawr says:
Ah

Phrawr says:
That sucks.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
I hate being a teenage girl

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
So now it makes me be all, omgz wut does she have that i dont have, and omgz logan doesnt want me and omgz someday theyre going to get married and have babies and ill be living alone in an apartment with hamsters and knitting christmas sweaters and talking to myself

Phrawr says:
Rofl

Phrawr says:
I’m so sorry for laughing at that but that was amazingly paranoid.
All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
Yar, that was the point. I tend to satirize myself.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
:D

Phrawr says:
Lol cool.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
Er, but yeah. I know Megan wouldn’t do anything to hurt me so I shouldn’t worry about it as much as I do. It just gets me angry how Logan, the person that I once thought was absolutely flawless (read: classy.), is so much of a douche that he’d explicitly flirt with my best friend.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
Even if flirting is natural or whatever.

Phrawr says:
Yeah…that kinda sucks.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
I think that maybe my primal instincts are finally kicking in after trying to suppress them for so long.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
Gosh, that sentence was awkward.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
After being suppressed for so long.*

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
I should just go up to him on Monday and punch him in the face during our math final.

Phrawr says:
Haha.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
That’ll teach him

Phrawr says:
Ooooh that would be amazing.

All this fighting will amount to nothing more. says:
It would!

With the needle that sings in uour heart

Even if we know that the beauty that is fed to us by the media is unrealistic, then why do we still try to attain it?

Honestly, I’m dying to know how you are right now. Somehow, I keep having dreams about a friend of mine from at least five years ago. It’s frustrating since there is virtually no way to get into contact with her. Actually, no, it’s surprising what the internet can yield. It’s just that there isn’t a phone number listed and only an address. Which is not helpful, since there’s no way I’m going to commute to an apartment in Everett, to be slapped in the face by someone’s mother. Phones are safer.

I’m thinking of making a habit of walking through couples that hold hands. I did it a few days ago and it felt spectacular. The look on their faces were basically asking me, “What? You expect us to let go in order to let a fellow pedestrian walk by?!” and at the last possible second, they unlatched. It was great. I’m thinking of starting a trend. It’s better than throwing condoms at unsuspecting couples making out. And not as rude. :D

I keep burning my fingers from trying to rekindle the flame

Today was a pretty good day.

My teacher: Which neurotransmitter is responsible for schizophrenia (and something else..)

Me: ACETYLCHOLINE!

My teacher: Wrong.

Me: I hate myself.

The class begins to laugh, thankfully. Before you jump to some weird conclusion of how outgoing I am, I’ll have you know we were in teams and were competing for extra credit. Which I need.

After school, I hung out with Heather. Then she left. And I found a dictionary of existentialism, which I totally saturated myself with for about twenty minutes before Zoe came. So we read “together” for a little while. Then Cameron came over and all hope was lost when it came to reading the book. For some strange reason, Cameron is pushing me to ask Logan to Tolo.

1. He doesn’t have the time.
2. I don’t particularly love him anymore.
3. I shouldn’t keep putting him in awkward positions like this.
4. Homecoming sucked.
5. I don’t really like him anymore.
6. I suck too much whenever I’m around him, even if I don’t like him anymore (note, this is the third time I’ve said it.)
7. The expected role of being really cuddly-wuddly wouldn’t wash too well with me.
8. We’d probably ignore each other the entire time.

And yet, when Caitlin Larson came into the library to talk with us, she said,”That’d be so cute!”Everyone else proceeded to encourage her. That made me feel really awkward, and for some reason, I couldn’t point out that I don’t really like him anymore. I guess all the certainties I had of the date-tion-ship thing we could possibly have were abrogated. Except only temporary.

I told Cameron that if he was so interested in this, then he can ask him for me. I don’t care. Except I have no real desire to go with him, and I’m pretty sure that if the rare occasion of Cameron asking him for me were to occur, he would say no. It’s a win-win situation. Not really.

But, of course, counterfactual thinking isn’t something I am particularly great at, being the cynic I am.

On Jezebel, there was an article citing what women want in their, omgz, dream man. I appreciate Jezebel’s approach on it, because, quite honestly, reading things like those on their website makes me feel less like a teenager. Which I appreciate greatly. But anyways. I have never given my “dream guy” much thought. When I was little, I had such ideas. As I grew older, I found no need for one. I like guys with blue eyes. But I don’t think it’s essential to whomever I may choose as a mate. I couldn’t tolerate a stupid guy, but then again, that’s just my standard. It’s not a dream necessarily, it’s a standard. A Dream Person seems like one that is either unattainable or nonexistent. I don’t have that many rigid guidelines when it comes to a mate for I am pretty flexible, really. I don’t know. I’ve never pondered that idea too closely.

Hah, I’ve come to the realization that perhaps I shouldn’t be too ashamed of the fact that I talk about people that I like and all that stuff that is related to adolescence. I have already differentiated myself from my peers enough. Except I’ll continue to dislike it when I act like a teenager.

In your memory you’re drunk on your autonomy

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_____

‘Nuff said. This conversation made me laugh unbearably.

I miss you all the time but I’m blocking it out.

Man, I’m exhausted.

We did much worse this time around, but we did well nonetheless. I’ve come to the conclusion that this guy on my team likes me. I don’t blame him. I’m just too cool for him, though.

The longer that I’m out here, the better you sound

But anyways. I am stuck repairing this stupid backpack again because I dread shopping for backpacks since I never find one I truly like. Now that I have one that I appreciate, somewhat, the quality is equivalent to that of an underpaid Chinese worker. Oh, wait…I also have this need to organize all of my stuff in my  binder, since I have virtually no room for my new books. Actually, I do have room, but it would be at the expense of the poor people who would be assaulted as I bend down to get stuff from my locker. That backpack gets pretty huge and mean when it wants to.

I guess I’ll admit that I’m somewhat attracted to two guys I know. But they aren’t the same guys I was talking about before. This is quite stupid, but bear with me.

I understand I have virtually no chance at romantic success with these dudes, considering that one is a druggie and the other is just a homie. I haven’t spoken to these guys at all, but they are relatively aesthetically pleasing, so whatever. I just love the look of clean and crisp button-up shirts, which is why I dig the homie. The other dude is just kind of… There. He seems cool. He recognized me at homecoming.

P.S. For the last time, that darned Juno soundtrack makes me want to punch myself, given the stupid lyrics and overwhelmingly folk-y tones. I didn’t need to go out and buy the soundtrack to come to this conclusion, the movie violated me enough.