Ariyah, Nathan, and I were standing at the door, getting ready to leave, when someone rang the doorbell. They both looked through the peek to see who was there, and opened it despite the unknown identity of the person. I stood behind Nathan, waiting see who it was, while Ariyah opened the door, and I came face to face with my father. If you've followed my blogs before, you will know that my father is abusive. Thankfully, I cut my hair and dyed it black, so he didn't notice me. He asked if I was home, and they turned around to see me shake my head.
Tonight, we pilled into the car and surprised my friend, Anthony, with a concert. You see, El Monstero, a fucking brilliant Pink Floyd tribute, was having their biggest show ever at the amphitheater in St Louis and he loves Pink Floyd. When we got there, the venue was packed completely- even worse than Warped Tour. We took our seat on the lawn and just sat there, waiting for the band in the beautiful air. I must say, I was disappointed when I saw a huge white sheet covering the stage- it wasn't pretty or anything, it was just there.
I've decided that I want to try and find uniforms for school. My school allows you to wear whatever you want, within reason, but I want to wear a uniform instead. I was thinking ruffly white shirts and grey, knee-length pleated skirts with tall socks. Just a thought, but I also like suspenders and blazers. Ties are good, too, but that means finding different types of shirts to wear one with.
I can tie my own, by the way- so proud. :3
~At MSI concert~
*gets pulled out of pit*
"MAH BABEH! OH MY GOD! ARE YOU HURT? WHAT HAPPENED?!"
... I just wanted some water, Mom.
In elementary school, I didn't have a whole lot of friends. So, when it came time for recess, I didn't have anyone to play with. Sometimes I would bring books, but that would usually end with boys knocking it out of my hands and teasing me. SO, I started finding new ways to spend that half an hour. I stop bring books all together and started sitting on the lines for that time, but that got real old, and I tried my hand at basketball. I figured out soon that all the boys monopolized the balls. The swings were controlled by the cool kids and the jungle gym was lame as shit; that left jump rope.
My mom gave me her wedding dress, so I'm going to wear it when I tie the knot. This pretty much changes the outdoor, casual ceremony I had in mind into a black tie affair inside of a cathedral. You know, whenever I pictured my wedding dress, I thought of off-white, no beading, short veil, low back, strapless, and mermaid figure with no train.
This dress wasn't exactly what I had in mind...
Everybody, take a look at my new God damned shoes.
-"Been in the basement killing sphere guardians and shit. Tabletopping is still going down. Get ahold of me, Nathan, Anthony and CyRhen."
MATT, NOBODY WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH YOU- PARTIALLY BECAUSE YOU'RE A DICK, BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE YOU'RE A NEEDY BITCH! PLEASE, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND GO FUCK YOUR GIRLFRIEND INSTEAD OF COMPLAINING WHEN YOU'RE ALONE.
OR BETTER YET
GET A JOB, LICENSE, OR EVEN A FUCKING CAR AND MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR PARENTS' HOUSE, YOU TWENTY-TWO-YEAR-OLD, WHINY-ASS SLACKER!
GET A HOBBY BESIDES MINECRAFT!
GET A JOB AT URBAN OUTFITTERS, YOU HIPSTER
It's probably Death Waltz (U.N. Owen Was Her). Not only is it gorgeous, but it's incredibly hard for one person to play.
Seriously- at one point, there are five different chords and three crescendos. At the end, you literally have to play all the keys and plank on the instrument.
^ This how it's actually supposed to sound.
^This is a really good cover. Like, the best I've seen.
This one time, Leanna did something really hateful.
So I retaliated...
By the time you see this, you'll have begged me for your password.
In return for you reading my blogs and sending Christian the links, even though I trusted you, I've hacked your account and turned everything upside down- literally.
I hope you enjoy fixing it.
Her new password was "The Game".