I’m mad about something. But it’s this weird mad that I know I shouldn’t be mad about so I’m more just peeved off.
Boys are such buttholes. All this r&b hip-hop music I’ve been listening to really is all that has been matching my moods lately. As embarrassing as this is…it’s really been about Miley Cyrus “Wrecking Ball”, JT’s “Holy Grail”, Drake’s “Hold On We’re Going Home”, Big Sean’s “Beware”. I mean COME ON these are the weeniest cheesiest songs for a white girl like me to listen to…but yet I’m so addicted to the beat and the lyrics I don’t wanna let the stereotype get me down!
Yes I may just be that very very caucasian and blonde girl driving in a volvo decked out with Run stickers listening to this popping music with the windows down and my hands flailing everywhere. Yes. That may JUST be me.
It is the best feeling.
It helps me accept how big of a weirdo that I am. I embarrass myself too often. Talk too much. Trip too much. Stutter too much. Smile too much. WHO AM I WHAT AM I, i just want to be justin timberlake.
Honestly. I’m too embarrassing. I assume that I am someones friend as much as they are mine…and talk a little past my welcome. Innocently might I add Or at least just for that ONE person when it really means something to me how good of a friend they are to me; yet, I realize I may not be their friend as much as I thought/hoped? Friend + those stupid feelings. For me.
Stupid little me. If that makes no sense at all.
It’s one of those stupid days anyways. First day of classes. Monday classes. God damnit I’m going to hate Mondays. AND TUESDAYS. Tuesdays…uhg. Worst day in the week. Someone get rid of Tuesdays, EH!? I’ll do it. Give me papers to sign and I’ll cancel Tuesdays.
DE LA SOUL: Me myself…and I<3
Foweva and eva