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To whom it concerns:

I've decide not to do the contest. I want to design a jacket, but I still don't have a clue what I'm gonna be for Halloween. And hey- let's face it, I wouldn't make it through the great fires of 2012 anyway. I'm too much of a martyr and would jump in front of bullets to save a perfect stranger. Imagine what I would do to save people from an apocalypse.
I'm going to be shaving my head for St Baldrick's on the 2nd of November. People keep asking me if I'm really going through with it, and I just smile politely and tell them that it's just hair.

YES! OH MY GAWD!

KILLJOYS!
OHMYGAWD.
WE SIGNED A PETITION AND THEY SAW IT AND NOW THERE'S A CONTEST TO DESIGN OUR OWN KILLJOY JACKETS AND STUFF AND I SIGNED AND PEOPLE NAY-SAID AND TOLD ME IT WAS POINTLESS BUT NOW WE'RE NOTICED AND THERE'S CONTEST AND I GET TO MAKE A JACKET FOR GLITTER FREEZE AND THE SHIRT I WANT IS PART OF THE PRIZE AND I'D GET A JACKET AND THE DEADLINE IS HALLOWEEN AND I NEED TO GO TO GOODWILL NOW FOR A DENIM JACKET!!
*inhales deeply*
AND I'M SO EXCITED!!!!! :D

You're the Only Friend That Makes Me Cry...

Last night:
Best friend got wasted
Drank more than her and hardly got a good buzz
Danced to everything
Made out with best friend
Ate so much food
Was told by best friend that she wanted to fuck her boyfriend and her friend Hannah at the same time
Got spit on by best friend and got pissed
Ran into the churchyard and started bawling
Came back and did back-to-back Jell-O shots
Played Just Dance 3
Got hot wax poured on my stomach
Watched Scott Pilgrim
Crashed on couch

This morning:
Woke up with hangover
Ate Franken Berry and bacon cheeseburger

ugh.

I'm fed up with ROTC.
I'm about to print out the lyrics to American Idiot and I Am Going to Kill the President of the United States of America and turn them in as homework, just so I can get enough demerits to get kicked out.
I also considered joining the color guard just so I can control the music during flag retreats. I'd play the version of the national anthem on Danger Days and let it play into Vampire Money. I'd definitely get kicked out that way.
The only problem is that I dropped PE already and I'd have to either repeat 9th grade or take PE in the summer.
Dammit.

The state looks down on sodomy

I have an interesting life.
My step dad's an alcoholic
My brother's gay
My sister did drugs most my life
I don't talk to my dad
I don't ever see my oldest siblings
Or my niece and nephew
My best friend gets drunk a lot and I have to carry her to my bed and help her piss
I go to family functions with my best friend and randomly make out with people
My friends LITERALLY ask my mom to adopt them
My other best friend lives in Alabama
I spent most of my life hiding my personally because I was afraid people wouldn't like me
People didn't like me anyway.

Letting go of your dreams

I had this bizarre dream last night.
I was at Six Flags with my mom at the beginning. I snuck on the boat ride and ate lunch, then went home.
That part isn't weird. In fact, I've dreamt that before.
The weird part is where a motorcycle gang shows up at my house, one bastard tries to break in, and I kill him.
I don't just shoot him. I beat him with a baseball bat to the point no recognition.
He just lies there in my mom's bedroom, still and cold, so I take the initiative to drag the lifeless body to the backyard and bury him.

The lights are out and the party's over.

I had to control the music for the flag retreat today.
~ROTC~
*plays national anthem on CD*
*flags come down*
*song comes to an end*
*feedback*
*Vampire Money*
Totally worth those demerits. B|

Also, I ordered my MASSCanvas shirt 2 weeks ago.
Last week, I bought Bullets off of eBay.
The CD got here first.

I created a meme. It's called 'Socially Unaccepted Freshman'. Check it out.

I wrote a 'Yo dawg' meme. It says
"Yo dawg, I heard you like quoting memes on facebook, so we put a meme in yo meme in yo post on yo wall, so you can LOL twice and update your status while reading this."
B|

What's hardcore?

I think I'm normal.
I met new people,
I started listening to new music,
I dyed my blonde hair black,
I started wearing skinny jeans all the time,
I don't have matching socks,
I wear Converse,
I obsess over bands,
I annoy people with my obsessions,
I lost friends,
I questioned my sexuality,
I regretted everything,
I started hating my life,
I started hating my dad,
I started hating myself,
I attempted suicide,
I went to rehab,
I changed everything,
I made life better,
I realized what my strengths are,
I realized life is worth it all.

I look just like Buddy Holly OH OH and you're Mary Tyler Moore

I think I like Christian.
He looks like Ray and Mikey had a lovechild, and Mikey's DNA won.
Red curly hair, forever fixed poker face, slim build, awkwardness, musical ability.
He never talks in any type of readable emotion. He voice is a mask.
He's always very polite. He never does anything asshole-ish. He treats people wonderfully and doesn't talk shit.
I first started approaching him because he wears MCR shirts almost everyday and I wanted to high-five him. Then it became this ritual.
Everyday he wears an MCR shirt, I high-five him.
When he isn't wearing one, I hug him.
That's it.

My Chemical Months of the Year

Gerarduary
Bobruary
Mattch
Rayrpil
Way
Geeune
Geely
Raygust
Miketember
Franktober
Mikevember
Geecember
I'm gonna burn in Hell for this.

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