Randomness Just Seems To Fit

As is my fashion, I got bored. Bored with the name of this damn thing; so me being me, I changed it. I, personally, like it a lot more than the other one. I don’t know it just sounds awesome. And, come on, if you really don’t like it, I don’t care. Not my concern, is it. You don’t have to read it…..Exactly.

There was something I wanted to add on here…..
Oh ya, about yesterday…I got more songs!!! “Welcome To Machine” by Pink Floyd, and “The Trial” by Pink Floyd. Sure, it’s Floyd, so it’s awesome. I never heard “The Trial” before, but it was long, and I figured, heck, why not. It’s really good, actually…One of the best Pink Floyd songs I have. I’m listening to it right now actually. It’s just that good.

I am a retard. But in a good way.
I told yesterday. I told Scott that I loved him. Of course I didn’t say it, but I said it all the same (smileys are wonderful ). But ya, it was a really awkward conversation. At least for me it was. Probably really awkward for him to, but he didn’t write that part all that much. And I’m not going to write what he said, because it’s not important. Okay, its important to me, but oh well. You’re not me, are you? No, you’re not.

Other than that….
Oh ya!
I’m gonna be gone for a whole two weeks…..At my Aunt’s house. I have to baby-sit my cousin for the first week, and then the second week is whatever-week. I hope she has internet….Or at least a neighbor has wireless I can smooch off of. Because, two weeks without internet? I will DIE. Especially when my social life is tied to it right now. I mean, my WHOLE social life is on the internet. I haven’t talked to Christina in any other way than the internet since I spent the night at her house after graduation. So ya, all tied up in the Internet. Sad how that is, but its 100% true. I talk to my mom and dad, and that’s it. I haven’t talked to anyone on the phone since the 11th of June, and that was with Kenny, so that SO doesn’t count – cuz Kenny is a retard who sounds like a girl and only knows how to talk about sex and such related topics.
So I need internet. And I need to talk to SOMEONE other than my five year old cousin. Because, well, she’s not that much of a talker. At least for conversational purposes. Not the last time I knew, anyway. And, so glad I most likely won’t be seeing my Grandma all the time. That part was really sucky last year. Because I had to see her everyday and it was questions questions questions (worse than my mom!). I mean, how much do you need to know? Not a whole lot, that’s the truth. I don’t tell this stuff to people, so why are you asking me all about it?
One time, when she was down here visiting, we were in Bi-Mart, and I was looking at a journal (cuz it had lips and lipstick on it (as the pattern!) and I thought it was awesome) and she came up and whispered-asked me if I was still a virgin! Um, hello!!! You’re not allowed to ask me that! You’re my Grandma, not my mom. Not important information for you to know! Actually, my mom asked me that not too long ago,in a different way. Because I hadn’t started yet for the month (and she always knows when I’m supposed to because she gets headaches when I’m PMSing (weird, yes)). Anyway, she asked me if I had started, I said no. She asked if I was late, and I said, ya, but I didn’t mind, I wanted it to wait until summer (I hate having to deal with it at school….it’s living hell, in hell). And then she asked me if I had had sex (you’re late, so you’re pregnant, I guess is the theory). I said no, cuz, well, its true. I asked her when I would have sex, cuz I never leave the house, and when I do it’s nowhere where there are boys. She said anytime. Ya, right, some guy and I are gonna go get it on up at the track at lunch. Ya, right. I wouldn’t have sex with any of them assholes at school…!!!!
Okay, enough about me and my virginity….We don’t need to talk about it any more than we have now.

Actually….I can’t believe I just wrote all of that…….Craziness.
What else can I tell you that I don’t already know…..Hmmm….Not much actually. At least I don’t think there’s much to tell.
We’ll see, won’t we?