My life is about as interesting as the next person's. |
Current Mood: no mood really...just "chillin" (I hate that phrase) Current Music: none...just listening to the loud, obnoxious hum of my computer. So, hey, a week ago I left from Winchester to go all the way up to Chicago, Minnesota, and Iowa. How lovely right? Not right. To sum it all up in to one single sentence would be chaotic: *Takes a long, drawn out breath* Well....... mother was a bitch, my aunt can't drive, my little cousin is going to be a fag when he grows up, my best friend in the whole wide world couldn't come, I got $400 worth of stuff and.....someone stole $2500 out of mothers checking account and he's alllll the way in moscow. :) Great, right? Also wrong. Though, the Mall of America was well worth all the bull shit - the driving in agony for hours on end, listening to my family's awful screeching - I mean, singing, torturous, sleepless nights on those awful hotel beds, etc. I love that Mall. I want to live in that mall! I want to die in that mall! There's even a chapel of love in that mall where people can get married! It's like Vegas. The amusement park is AWESOME! They actually had stores I liked, unlike Tyson's Corner. I could go on for years talking about that mall, but I know I must already be boring the few of you who actually read this pathetic attempt at a diary. It used to be more interesting when I was depressed and suicidal. Now my life has become monotonous - even that word is monotonous. I mean, look at it. There is an 'o' after every letter. *sigh* 202 days until I am 18. That is almost less than 6 months. WOO! -------------------------------------------- To everyone out there who's a little different, I say damn a magazine, these are God's fingerprints. -------------------------------------------- To everyone out there who's a little different, I say damn a magazine, these are God's fingerprints. |