halladolwen's diaryCurrent - Archives - Profile - E-mail - Book - Notes - Links - Design - Host Born to be Wild : 3:54 p.m. : February 24, 2004 |
| Why didn’t anyone tell me being a teenager would be so difficult? I know, sob sob, life’s tough get a helmet. But seriously, why don’t we get little guidebooks when we are born that tell us everything we will ever possibly need to know about being a functional human? It would be like the Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy, except better. Wow. No one steal that idea, I am totally going to use it. Anyway. I guess I had either forgotten or never experienced that one thing, one problem, can totally throw off everything. I know I am being frustratingly vague, but oh well. And all today, I just wanted to GO HOME, but I can’t because I have a guitar lesson (yay!) and then home for an HOUR and then a science class. Egad. So one thing that is bothering me right now is that I have this friend (ish) who is going out with a guy I used to like and sort of still do, and actually thought he liked me before she came along and f***ed everything up. She had no idea, of course, but when I told her she got all condescending and “Awwww, sweetie, let’s form a Get-You-A-Boyfriend Club. I couldn’t believe her. And then I’m all tied up in knots about this other guy at my school. Who I don’t want to talk about. Ooooooh, I might spend this weekend with my guardian angel/friend Ellie. That would totally rejuvenate me for another week of hell. It’s so weird how liking someone can turn a perfectly normal life into havoc. I think we should all have little labels on our foreheads that tell someone when we like them, and that humans – well, me to be specific in this particular instance – weren’t so afraid of rejection. And it’s not even that. I don’t know what it is. Merde. I have also found out that people I barely even know think I am odd. Usually, I would be proud to be odd, but right now I would love to be either a dark-gorgeous-sex-goddess-type-thing, or a super popular, never has to worry about the whole guy thing wonderchild. Maybe I am too odd. It’s so much fun though, being strange. It’s hard living the emo way of life. I need food. I've got Born to be WIld, by Steppenwolf, stuck in my head. Hmm. This stuff here is mine, unless otherwise stated. That's why it has my name on it. Thank you. |