- Mood: Questionable
- Listening to: The Negative Sex - IAMX
- Reading: my own mind!
- Watching: Sarah Palin make an ass of herself...
- Playing: IAMX
- Eating: Ramen as per usual... Do I ever eat anything else?
- Drinking: is bad for your health... *drinks a screwdriver*
I am going to have a party at my mom's apartment... (yes, I'm still not back in Oklahoma and YES it sucks like hell) Basically everyone who comes is going to bring a bag of candy and a few bucks to help pay for pizza and drinks. We are going to watch scary movies and then go for a midnight (or close to midnight) walk on a forest-y bike trail that is behind the apartment complex. That is it. I'm not going to any graveyards, Halloween is the only day I don't visit the dead. *shakes head*
I am a tad nervous as is, but oh well. I want to have some fun and my friends want me to be social. So SOCIAL it is. *sigh*
Moving on: New short poem. Haven't had much inspiration recently. Besides, have been incredibly distracted by this gorgeous creature I call my boyfriend. Okay, he isn't gorgeous per say, but he is mine so I think he is. And I've been busy applying my ass off at random stores/business trying to find a source of income so that I can do one of two things:
A) Get the hell out of my mom's house
or...
B) Get my ass back to OK.
*sigh* Why is life so hectic?! And why do we need money for everything?! Why can't it be free? Be like this: "Oh, hello Sarai, you are looking lovely today. Would you like a free apartment and you don't have to pay for anything in it or for it?" or "Sarai, would you like free tickets to Japan? There is a lovely little spot waiting for you near Gackt's house and you and your boyfriend can live comfortably for a really long time and never have to pay a dime for anything."
WHY CAN'T IT BE THAT SIMPLE!?
Oh well. Am to tired to be freaking about all this. Welcome to my insanity.
BTW, not to be a shameless plug whore but you should listen to IAMX. HE ROCKS MY FUCKING SOCKS!!! Especially The Negative Sex. Everything I have ever thought about or even dreamt of thinking about he has sung. *sigh* He is Love. Fucking Love. *huggles herself*
okay, seriously, go away! This journal is over. Go do something else now! SHOO!! *throws a shoe at you all*
Sheesh, you'd think they were stalking me the way they keep reading these damn things... I think my language has gotten out of control... *wanders off pondering the meaning of language and sex and religion and all that spins the globe on its hinges*
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