The Good News: Pwned that last History exam and made it my bitch. HA!
The Great News: I love Dirty Harry, especially her song Dirty Boys and Girls (which happens to be part of the Pornstar OST. It has Matthew Gray Gubler in it, so that in itself makes it worth seeing)! If you haven't already listened to them, DO. You won't regret it. She's awesome if you're into Glam Rock.
The Really Bad, Unrelated News: Tito Joe died this morning, just a few hours ago. Heart attack, just like how my dad passed away. What the hell happened? He was the coolest uncle ever! Yeah, to be fair, he was only six years younger than my own grandmother, but still! I wish I knew him better. As uncles go, this one was seriously badass. It's terrible for my great-aunt, because a mother shouldn't have to bury her son, but Tita did tell me it had a lot to do with clean living. Makes sense. How long can you expect to last if you keep abusing your body?
Ugh, I'm so sorry to my friends whom I've promised layouts. They're underway, but with school and shit they're not ready yet. Sorries all around! Which reminds me, I really should vamp up my own page, I've been seeing so many awesome ones.
Also, I've been meaning to get myself a new pair of opaque tights along with my red jeans. I already have a purple pair, which I love muchly. I'm thinking red (lately can't get the color out of my head), but with my red skinnies I feel like I'd be repeating myself somehow. I'd hate to waste money. Or go with another color instead? Petty, I know, but if anyone else could weigh in on it:
You'd think I'd be used to it by now, with all these broken promises and compromises, but the truth is you never really learn to live with disappointment. Nor you should. If anything, it only gets worse.
Now I understand why Madame Bovary did what she did, living beyond her means, the first real advocate of retail therapy. It makes it a little better for a little while, buying something for yourself comes with a dazzling high. Then it passes. And you're left feeling worse off than before. But like most things that are bad for us, it was great while it lasted.
Ate some bad Cerelac for breakfast. Feeling Nauseous. Cut PolSci. Seeing Sir RR will only aggravate nausea. And to think they feed that shit to babies. Clearly, the stuff does not jive well with us non-babies. That should teach me for trying to relive my infancy.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. ~J.D. Salinger That's really cheered me up when i read your comment about Catcher in the Rye:) yeah, i know that some people can use my emotions and hurt me...that's life:)
