You seem too happy to reveal yourself ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - Last night was such an awesome time....once we actually got too Fort Worth anyhow. Haha, so we were supposed to all go out to dinner before the laughing and the dancing was too commence, but everyone was running late. This was wonderful because we went to Sonic (which I love) so I got my cheeseburger I'd been craving. Unfortuneatly for me, the ride from Weatherford to Fort Worth, was spent listening to shitty, shitty, gay stories. I mean, I am talking like watching a retard try to fuck a toaster stupid.....except that is pretty funny, so I guess it would really just be the exact opposite of that. Because Ema and her friend were riding with John and Amanda, I had to ride with Amanda's brother. Daniel, erg. Anywho. That drive is really only about 25 - 35 minutes, depending on traffic and how you drive. I was about ready to throw myself out the window two minutes into the drive. Thank God we went to Sonic pretty quick after the drive started, because I was really hungry and those of you who know me well know that hell hath no fury like a hungry Melissa. Just ask Vaughn. I basically turn into one of those small, awful kids that you see in the mall that make you think things like, "why don't their parents just put them down?" or "I'm sure they would make some Asian a fantastic sex slave" (which I'm sure I would, just so you know). So I'm fucking hungry and he keeps turning down Mindless Self Indulgence to talk....what the fuck? One of the few decent cd's he's got, and he talks through it. Finally he turned it up way loud (for no other reason than to make a little girl look at him and get some attention for himself. You know, I hate those little emo kids that run around hating life because their parents wouldn't buy them them that black-blue hair dye they've been writing songs about for 3 weeks, but at least they just go home and cry in their rooms in the dark. But I despise those people who are so "metal" that they feel the need to make not only the people around them, but everyone in downtown fucking Weatherford listen to, get this, DEVILDRIVER! Okay, I've spent too long in the parenthesis). You are sooooooo fucking cool. Then came the Gwar talk. I love Gwar, they are funny, but if I never hear them again, at this point, it will be too soon. Food didn't even help with all this annoying shit. Then, once we were leaving Weatherford, that is when the great conversation really kicked in. Let me make you a list! 1) I do not, I repeat, do not give a goatfuck about you and your ex-girlfriends sex life. She was a very sweet, funny, and pretty lady which is probably why she left you. I'm sure it was fantastic....for you. For her, however, I can imagine it was somewhere along the lines of "Jesus give me cancer and let me die now" and "I'd rather be listening to Celine Dion right now". Also, when I make a terrified face because of something you said, don't repeat it. I don't care anything about your anatomy. Ehh. 2) I get it already! She dumped you! The first time I met you we had a 3 hour conversation about Sounds of the Underground, and the first 10 minutes was great. The rest of the time you just talked a bunch of macho bullshit. "Did you see that little emo fag with the girls pants on, what a faggot......I kicked his ass". You know what? No you didn't, because if you had tried him and all of his friends would have murdered you. I got super pissy about this for two reasons: I have a lot of gay friends so I don't much enjoy the gay bashing from macho ass holes and secondly, I love it when guys wear girls pants. You know why? Because when I have to go to the mall or somehthing fucked up like that, I get too follow those boys around, staring at their asses. It is one of life's little gifts. So, yeah, keep wearing those pants boys.....please. Also, number 3 is a perfect example of you YOU can't make fun of emo kids and their music. At least their up front. 3) Again, I know that you miss her. However, the best way to get over her is NOT to force me to listen you and her's song for ten minutes. After Ben and I broke up did I pile all my friends into my maxima and make them listen to me sob-scream all the words to 'No Excuses'? No, and you know why? Because I enjoy having friends, that's why. Just do the same thing that everyone else does. Listen to it in your car, by youself (I can't stress that enough) and in your room. More specifically in your closet with you face shoved in a pillow so no one else has to hear you. Plus that way you may suffocate yourself. (Note: I can't rag on emo kids too much with this. I know there have been many a times when I've sat in my closet crying. I, however, also use it for drinking, talking on the phone, eating, sleeping, and reading. The end). 4) You made me listen to devildriver, new offspring, and whatever the fuck else you played. YOU REFUSED TO LET ME ENJOY OTEP, MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE, AND THAT NEW NINE INCH NAILS SONG I ENJOY FROM TIME TOO TIME. I will murder you in your sleep. 5) I don't care about anything you and your friends have, will, or are thinking about doing. Unless it is something that could possibly fully engulf you in flames....I'd watch that. Getting out of that truck and running to Amanda and Ema was the best feeling in the world after that. The comedy club ruled. I got heckled by a comic because I cracked a joke he thought was funny. I rule. It is the only time I'll ever get away with calling a black guy both R. Kelly and OJ within a 10 time period. The club, because I was feeling pretty sweet by the time we left, was amazing. I expressed myself through the art of dance a great while. I made a new friend who I'll never see again, Bree. We danced to a Morris Day song, it ruled. Haha, then we danced in the cages, which I can imagine was the most horrid site ever! It was fun. I danced so much my legs hurt now, I rule. Overall: 8. I really wanted to get hit on a lot because I dressed real nice, but that's okay. I had to drive with douche, but I didn't have to see him anymore that night. I had a great time with my friends, I think I needed that. I never thought I could have fun doing something like that. I suppose it takes John, Amanda, and Ema to prove me wrong. I'm sure I'll post again before Stacy's tonight. 11:46 a.m. - 2005-12-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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