|| im alright.
Boy, do I have a lot on my mind...
I'll start my telling you about my weekend:
This Saturday was my cousin Leah's wedding. She's awsome, by the way, and has this really awsome awsome AWSOME new husband named Gerard. Anyway, all Saturday I got my hair and make-up done, which was wayy sick. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll show you some pictures. Everything was done at my cousins mom's (she isnt my aunt, btw) summer house. Let me tell you, that house is MUY SICKK YO! So then this annoying asian Eric Wong took tons of professional pictures of us. Whatever.
The wedding then began. And of course I cried and Leah cried as well as all the other bridesmades and some of the guests, and I swear to whatever God you believe in that Gerard was going to cry to, because Leah was looking fucking STUNNING and so yeah.. yeah.
After the wedding we partied too hard. I still have a headache. An asshole even dared to tell me I did jello shots, but I dont believe him. (by the way, if i sound like someone whose not cool but is like I GOT SO DRUNK to sound cool... thats not me, honestly. you can think that, if you like, but thats just your mind telling you mean lies.) So anyway, it was a grand party fo sheezzy. And there was a bonfire after it. That was also muy sick.
The rest of my weekend was spent on the beach in Montauk either sleeping or eating. Lots of fun.
I do have alot to think about, as I just read some of my friend's LJ's, and realized how people really make things a bit to dramatic at times. Like, they blow things way out of proportion and make it seem like they are totally perfect and did nothing wrong. They'll tell these stories and they make everyone look like the bad guy. That bothers me like no other. When I tell a story, I say exactly what happened, and exactly how I probably acted the wrong way and said the wrong thing, as I usually am a very dramatic person. I am also a hypocrite and sometimes even a compulsive liar, if you ask the right people.
So yeah, I hate people alot. They're just so... bleh. They're are some pretty sick people. I just dont know them. Well, Marisa and Bel I know are really awsome no matter what. Other people get iffy even if I do enjoy their company. I guess thats life. Now I sound like a philosofer, if thats how you spell it. Sometimes if you slap me I'll stop.
In the spirit of lengthy posts (yeah, this is propably not that long, but what do i know), I'm going to post a whole song instead of just a part of one:
I wish I saved up for rainy days cause they're the hardest to be dry
I got no self control
I'm always begging into telephones
I bought a little from my brother's friend, well, just to get me by
I don't trust his cut
The effect is never as high as the mark-up
I think I'll print it in the personals that I'm looking for a match
Someone to light me up, someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done
Each day there are hours I skip like a stone
I just crawl in a bag
I'm gonna live my life like somebody's shadow
I know I'm lazy with the little things, I mean I never held a door
But I still loved you more than anyone since or before
You are always saying that I owe you one, well, let's consolidate this debt
Get on a payment plan, I'll pay you compliments, you can still treat me bad
But now it's easy, getting easier, to leave you and this town behind
I'll do some traveling
Once I'm gone tell all our friends you got even
I'm held like an object and then set aside
And I'm back on the shelf, I'm locked in the drawer
I'm mint in the box, but you would still sell me for cost, wouldn't you?