alright so now that i have decided that i am in fact leaving for Vancouver on Feb 1, all the boys i thought were not interested are now interested again.
WAY TO HAVE SHITTY TIMING YOU FUCKWADS.
Brent, the best bassist in the world who is so cute and fun and awesome (we went to the science centre yesterday, it was rad and a half), has decided to tell me that i am so awesome the next time he's looking for a relationship, it will definitely be with a sagittarius because i am so fun and great and cool and hot and random and blah blah blah, it sucks that im leaving, blah blah blah, my hair is awesome, blah blah blah, let me pay for your lunch. whatever.
idiot.
and jeremy called on friday. so i have him a 2nd chance, and i also wanted to tell him to his face that i was leaving, and he could kiss my ass. he started to tell me that he didnt call because he wasnt ready for a relationship, and he didnt want to lead me on, he lives in scarborough and thats far from brampton, blah blah blah, and i just cut him off and told him i was leaving at the end of the month. we both conceded it wasnt going anywhere, and i dont know if he caught it or not, but all the time i spent bitching about my ex, i was actually hinting that i didnt want to get attached. relationships scare me, and i dont ever want to be in a position where someone can fuck me over ever again. anyways, we were going to go to the el mo, but by the time he got here, my friends The Violent Light were already on stage, so we played poker at my friends place here in brampton. he won, and when he dropped me off we made out like crazy in his car. im not weak willed and i am very annoyed that he didnt call me before, but hell, im leaving. i might not ever see this guy again. and despite what i am seeing as shortcomings, he is pretty damned cool.
my sister and i got into a fight last night before i went back out for a movie rental/wine night at Brent's. she essentially told me i have no purpose in my mother's house and she couldnt wait for me to leave so she could turn my room into a nursery for her fucking bastard child. i almost knocked her out. first of all - its my room. second, WHY DON'T YOU MOVE THE FUCK OUT? when you have your own house, you can decorate a hundred fucking nurseries, bitchface. argh.
im still pretty pissed about that.
on a much lighter and happier note, Maligne and i will be at Savage Garden next weekend. fun fun.
anyone else wanna come with?
WAY TO HAVE SHITTY TIMING YOU FUCKWADS.
Brent, the best bassist in the world who is so cute and fun and awesome (we went to the science centre yesterday, it was rad and a half), has decided to tell me that i am so awesome the next time he's looking for a relationship, it will definitely be with a sagittarius because i am so fun and great and cool and hot and random and blah blah blah, it sucks that im leaving, blah blah blah, my hair is awesome, blah blah blah, let me pay for your lunch. whatever.
idiot.
and jeremy called on friday. so i have him a 2nd chance, and i also wanted to tell him to his face that i was leaving, and he could kiss my ass. he started to tell me that he didnt call because he wasnt ready for a relationship, and he didnt want to lead me on, he lives in scarborough and thats far from brampton, blah blah blah, and i just cut him off and told him i was leaving at the end of the month. we both conceded it wasnt going anywhere, and i dont know if he caught it or not, but all the time i spent bitching about my ex, i was actually hinting that i didnt want to get attached. relationships scare me, and i dont ever want to be in a position where someone can fuck me over ever again. anyways, we were going to go to the el mo, but by the time he got here, my friends The Violent Light were already on stage, so we played poker at my friends place here in brampton. he won, and when he dropped me off we made out like crazy in his car. im not weak willed and i am very annoyed that he didnt call me before, but hell, im leaving. i might not ever see this guy again. and despite what i am seeing as shortcomings, he is pretty damned cool.
my sister and i got into a fight last night before i went back out for a movie rental/wine night at Brent's. she essentially told me i have no purpose in my mother's house and she couldnt wait for me to leave so she could turn my room into a nursery for her fucking bastard child. i almost knocked her out. first of all - its my room. second, WHY DON'T YOU MOVE THE FUCK OUT? when you have your own house, you can decorate a hundred fucking nurseries, bitchface. argh.
im still pretty pissed about that.
on a much lighter and happier note, Maligne and i will be at Savage Garden next weekend. fun fun.
anyone else wanna come with?
P.S. You better dress skanky Saturday!