I haven’t updated my blog in a while and I thought I ought to since I don’t have a life at all anyway. I haven’t written not because I don’t know what to write about or because I’ve been too busy to relax for a quick update with you guys - It’s because I’ve simply been too lazy enough to care about blogging anymore. I love blogging; don’t get me wrong. I just prefer to go at my own speed and every so often I hit a little snag where it doesn’t entertain me much to bitch about the world and the problems I have in it for your viewing pleasure.
I haven’t done much besides scratch my ass and head. What? It feels good. It makes me feel a lot better than I’ve been forced to feel lately with my eating problem. I don’t have an eating disorder. It’s just that whenever I eat anything, my stomach decides to play the part of Czechoslovakia when I get my internal Blitzkrieg. I’m just glad there haven’t been any violent expulsions while sitting here at my desktop computer. I would hate to clean that mess up. Although it’d be nice if someone other than myself got to.
Roxanne and I spent about five hours in Lancaster looking in stores in which we never actually bought anything, only walked around with our arms crossed and waiting for our my dad to find a pair of work boots to settle on. After all of that useless time we spent there, we went to Wal-Mart to pick up party supplies for my sister’s sixteenth birthday party. I didn’t even know she was having one until the 18th (her birthday’s on the 20th). My best friend even knew before I did. It’s kind of strange and sad because I’m in the same house. He’s in Texas.
I’m going to give you the story about our visit to Wal-Mart.
The air outside was still and seething when I closed my door. The car even felt hot when I lightly tapped it. That’s California, always heating things up. It’s one of those places where you bring your young children on a vacation to leave absent-mindedly in the car with no air conditioning so you can have your fifteen minutes of infamy.
When we were driving in the parking lot I noticed these punk ass teenagers all laughing and arm-in-arm. It’s one thing to act stupid in public when you do it, but to do it with a group of people it’s even more pathetic. It’s like being proud of putting caps on water bottles. Retarded.
I said to my dad, “I hate fucking teenagers.” My sister’s a teenager and technically I’m still one myself, but we’ve never acted like urban gorillas. I don’t see them as “teenagers”, I see them as physically evolved but devolved mentally. They’re like god damn children living in a body that’s almost full-grown. If you like Tom Hanks’ acting, watch the movie Big.
When I got bored, I read the labels or product descriptions on anything I could get my hands on.
Alright. As far as the population of Wal-Mart goes, I keep thinking about Chris Farley's weight and it's an image stuck in my mind when I think of the blubber bitches tugging around their own comparably fat children. Everywhere I go I notice fat people and Miley Cyrus. The only intelligence I found, which is kind of funny, was when these four men were arguing about the quantities, costs, and quality of the beer they were considering. I also noticed that except for a few women, every one else was ugly. There was even this woman trying to get her idiot husband to help her choose makeup since she doesn't know how to conceal her own ugliness.
Conclusion: The freaks are at Wal-Mart. It is to be endured, though. I like seeing people at Da Vi and seeing how pathetically they try boost their self-esteem through pedicures and manicures when the first problem they should take care of is their face and then that gut popping out of their shirts.
Anyways, I know who this journal entry was suppose to be dedicated to, but I didn't finish this last night, so in your face Lauren. It's also kind of hard to say it since I don't really have a point to leap off from to make it good.
She's my girlfriend's best friend, but I feel like we're inching to that point of being really great friends. I think we already are. I care for her a lot and I'd like to make her happy, even though in some areas I may not be able to satisfy. So I do what I can to please her and ease the situation. I can be totally honest with her and I like knowing I can trust people. I want to keep trusting more people, but I don't give it away that easily. I handed it over to her in probably a matter of minutes. She's amazing like that. I like investing my feelings into something that yields a positive return and we've had a few bumps, but it hasn't shaken our friendship up too bad. So I really don't know what else to say Lauren. You rock.
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