F O R G E T F U L   M E

For some reason I let the most ridiculous yet important things slip my mind, or at least the pages of this blog. For this reason I apologize, but for this reason I myself remain ridiculous.

Last Saturday I had the outstanding privilage of attending the class of 2005 prom!! With my gorgeous friend Jen. Let me tell you how lovely she looked.

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I also got to see a bunch of people I havent seen in a while, namely Darren, Meredith, Steph and Chris, Krohmer, Lorrie, Chad, and met some new friends like Meredith's date Adam ( I think ) They're all doing well so it makes me happy.

The prom itself was so much better than my own, strangely. Our class was the most financially secure class ever to pass through the halls of PV, yet this 2005 class had an extravagant prom. The food was really good too. Filet Mignon anyone?

The limo however was not as fabulous as youd think, but theres a ridiculous story to go with it. On the way there, we got lost twice and had to turn around, which was silly - we arrived fashionably late. On the way back, the damn limo broke down-ish so we had to get a surrogate ride. Guess what it was. A damn stretch Hummer! I have pictures. As nice as it sounds though, it was dirty because it was clearly used that night as well, and there wasnt enough space inside to be really comfortable. If i stood on my knees, my head would still hit the ceiling on the inside. But it was cool anyway.

All in all, the bottom line was Jen was phenomenal.

Late

S H O O T   T H E   B U N N Y

Well not particularly. Just a title for you hunting types. Last week I started my work at the Farmer's Basket in Stroudsburg off of Main St. I have to say its actually a lot of fun, albeit much work for someone like myself. Keep in mind I dont get off my ass much and most of my time is spent sleeping or playing video games. Today however was a cold damp day and it wasn't as pleasant as it shouldve been. Unfortunately  it's supposed to stay as lucious as this all through the week! /score

Today saw the most ridiculous woman come in. Thank Thule I didnt have much to do because she had Allison and I following her around through out the area pickign out her flowers and explaining stuff to her. Upon arrival, she asked for geraniums. We pointed them out. She complained that some werent red enough, and the white oens didnt have any buds on them. I calmly adn professionally explained that she was blind and they were right here [ point out buds ]. We picked up 8 of them and moved on. She then wanted Impatiens. The regular ones were too crappy she said, and I found her some lovely white ones. Then she couldnt decide whether she wanted wave petunias o the impatiens. After ten minutes of debate on light conditions, we settled her on impatiens. Following this, she wanted spikes. I pointed out to her our two spike collections. She complained that the $1.69 looked sick and dead adn were too small. [ nasty lady i must say ] so i showed her to the larger ones $3.49 or 3 for 9. She complained that the price was ridiculous and loudly stated she saw them somewhere else for much cheaper. So inconsiderate.

We went into the stand tos ee what else she could have me carry at any one time, and she found the swedish ivy. one in particular had one stem with a discoloration which turned about 4 out of the 400 leaves a white colour. she quickly was drawn to this and wanted the white ones. I explained there was a discoloration and that particular plant doesnt get white. She said 'its white right here, are you blind' I said its a discolouration ma'am. some people have heads thicker than muskmelons, I'll tell ya.

She ran to the car too to get her basket that she had just bought from somewhere else because she wanted to see how it looked with the ivys. After trepsing around the nursery looking for just the right plant, we found two heavy ones and trekked back to the stand. upon putting in adn taking out both plants in her stand, she decided the petunia hanging baskets would be much better so she'd rather get those. I was stuck putting everything back where she found it, and even the sweet potato vine that she didnt get because we found a jumbo 6-pack for a dollar less.

As much as I hate the very existence of people, I leave this job with a happy face.

Not something you'll see every day, mind you.

Usually a scowl. But that's just me.

I want to go back to Bloom to see Diana, Kellie, Cody, and Jay.  We have to have a band practice too, and something else important is coming up. I can't remember what it is though.

Something else lovely I did was install a ridiculously nice cushion on my toybox. Since I am unable to remove the damn thing, I might as well make it look good. With just $12 and an hour, I was able to turn a paint splattered flat of wood into a charming decorative black seat with upholstery tacks. I should takea picture of it just because I'm so proud ofmyself. Dontcha know.

Well thats it. I think my hat is done in the dryer. I should make some plans for dinner too. And no $160 dinner for 4 like last week with my aunt. Are you kidding?

Who pays $160 for dinner for 4 on a ... Wednesday? WTH day was it?

Late kids <3

Shwa

R A N D O M   M U C H ?

I'm not quite understanding why the last four comments i recieved from four random people ( including a surrogate mom ) all had something to do with me being beautiful ( or a variation thereof. ). Did I post something that made people think I thought otherwise?

Oh the narcissism shines through yet again.

Just thought I'd pose a question.

Anyway. Im home now from college for a while. At least until I have to trek back up there to do interviews, or shows, or tours, or band practice, or luncheons, or barbeques, or concerts, or camp... or.. bean salad.

Some things to look forward to:

painting my room
more tattoos/
fish!
dinner <3
pictures! and
halloween.

But for now kids, I feed!

I mean, sleep!

I sleep!

Listen to Acceptance.

Shwa <3

S E M I   A U T O M A T I C

Today was really fun.

I got out of bed really late because my alarm clock has broken and I cannot afford a new one at the moment.

I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.

I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.

I want to tell the world to get fucked.

I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.

I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, which makes me different enough to be interesting, but the same as all the other cool people with bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.

I bet you're trying to determine whether this is real or not.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.

The wonders of a semi-automatic blog entry device. Squee! The world is my playground.

Currently Playing What to Do When You Are Dead By Armor for Sleep see related

- Clark Gable

A  M A N T R A   T O   L I V E   B Y. . .  A N D   I   D O

TheTruth I Swear: its not like i have lung cancer
TheTruth I Swear: otherwise the scale would be off <3
rttentomaytoes: ha
TheTruth I Swear: hah seriously, the woman took at LEAST 5 or 6 seconds to push the septum needle all the way through
TheTruth I Swear: and from how 'thin' the area is there, thats UBER SLOW
rttentomaytoes: yea
TheTruth I Swear: my friend kellie was there, and she said it was ridiculous how lsow it went through
TheTruth I Swear: but id rather have it straight then painless
TheTruth I Swear: i'll tell you a mantra of mine.
rttentomaytoes: k
TheTruth I Swear: dont think of piercings as cosmetic
TheTruth I Swear: thats just an added bonus
TheTruth I Swear: each piercing one gets is a symbol of them overcoming some sort of adversity in their life. for you, this ones going to be comin to grips with your fear of pain
rttentomaytoes: yea
TheTruth I Swear: if you can take your fear and anxiety and set it aside to get an everlasting symbol of you accomplishment, thats pretty damn good
rttentomaytoes: yea lets hope i can do it
TheTruth I Swear: my septum was me overcoming my fear of pain
TheTruth I Swear: my first nip was me overcoming my antisocial nature ( first thing i did in college )
TheTruth I Swear: my bridge was me overcoming my fear of how people think of me. i could care less about outward appearance
TheTruth I Swear: i used to be afraid that people might think differently of me based on how i looked, or acted. well screw that: im not any different person, with or without metal between my eyes
rttentomaytoes: yea
TheTruth I Swear: my first lobe piercing was a coming of age
rttentomaytoes: as is most peoples
TheTruth I Swear: ( they dont all have a story, the orbital, and right lobe and nip dont really have one ) but the ones that do are pretty decent
TheTruth I Swear: do you understand where im coming from? you shouldnt be scared of the pain of your new piercing, its going to happen eventually, right?
rttentomaytoes: yes
rttentomaytoes: lol
TheTruth I Swear: take the slight, arbitrary pain and turn it into a story, dearest
rttentomaytoes: yea i guess your right
TheTruth I Swear: are you kidding!
rttentomaytoes: ?
TheTruth I Swear: i dont feel strongly about most things. my life is largely governed by apathy and an urge not to get left behind. one of the few things that i feel strongly about is modification, be it physical or mental - both of which i think are necessary in order to lead a full life

this conversation is dedicated to everyone whos ever come to up to me, be it in a pizza hut, or at the dairy queen, or behind a counter and made some obscene comment of lewd remark about my piercings.
it is also dedicated to my friends and family who accept such things i do to myself and take them in stride. i wouldnt be doing them if they didnt mean something ( or at least even something out /laugh )

i love you

joshua