some things are funny. like aqua teen. and trailor park boys. mcdonalds at the mall burned down on the weekend. it wont affect me as i wont have money to be going out and drinking and having drunk town munchies and want to go to mcdonalds. and it will be fixed by then. or else i'm getting town pizza. which is by no means a lesser product.
no current news on the lady front. it's only been 24 hours since i emailed her, plus i usually send her a sad looking mms every couple of days going boo hoo look at me i'm sad love me love me love me. but nothing. hopeful i am not. except for the thought of being ok in the future.
i may be starting music industry cert. 2 up as soon as wednesday this week. which will be sweet as i have no external activity anymore since i was told i would not be allowed to play futsal if i did not pay my registration fees. which i wont be. having something to look forward to in a week is good. and i think i'm better at music than i am at soccer anyway. i lack skills and stamina and i keep getting hit in the mouth and i freak out that i've snapped a piercing or something. and god forbid i fuck up my hair from running around..
perhaps i'm too hair obsessive? fuck that. if my hair looks good then i feel good. and since i got called at 4:45 to come into work at 5 and didn't get to do anything about my hair, i felt very self concious tonight. i've been wondering whether i should ask customer girls out. mostly the cute ones come in with boyfriend or sans boyfriend and you see that they're not available when you scan their card and see that it's not theirs but their obvious boyfriend's. and there's this one i think is alright, but wasn't sure on the age of. there are moral dilemmas about the whole age thing. while i'm not super old, i think i'm hopefully more mature than someone a few years younger, or that i'm just too uptight for people's fucking around. i'm too straight edge in that i want to be good and law abiding and responsible and not have a laugh at the expensive of someone else. most of the time at least.
but anyway.. i thought she was too young, but i was talking to her the other day and she at least has a licence, so that means at least 17. which i think is below my cut off line. you've got to draw the line somewhere and i think the line for me is 18. and ican't find out for sure because she uses her dad's membership, so i can't just go oh.. so your name is so and so and you're so many years old, like i do for every girl. because i'm a retard or something. but i noticed today she had a barbie wallet. which might be a bit of a giveaway that she might not be at the, what's the word.. level? that i would like a girl to be at. i have standards and shit. pretty isn't all it takes. i'm not sure i deserve to be so picky. i'm not exactly the greatest person in the world. i have a lot of undeserved cockyness about me and how awesome i am. but i don't think i should be the judge of that. and the other girl is a girl i work with. but she is also 17. and i have issues with the fact that going out with her or breaking up with her would lead to a weirdend working environment. i made up a word. and while she's cute and cool... it's still the maturity level thing.
plus she hates emos.
and i was emo before there was a musical or social term for it. an emoooootional wreck forever. from what i can remember.
and kisschasy's cara sposa ep is nice.
maybe i should buckle down for the year and save my money and do my music and work like i don't care about it and next year set out to do everything i've always wanted to do. and marry a little brisbane girl. unless i were persuaded to take my sexual prowess elsewhere.
because apparently skinny boys are good for fucking.
no current news on the lady front. it's only been 24 hours since i emailed her, plus i usually send her a sad looking mms every couple of days going boo hoo look at me i'm sad love me love me love me. but nothing. hopeful i am not. except for the thought of being ok in the future.
i may be starting music industry cert. 2 up as soon as wednesday this week. which will be sweet as i have no external activity anymore since i was told i would not be allowed to play futsal if i did not pay my registration fees. which i wont be. having something to look forward to in a week is good. and i think i'm better at music than i am at soccer anyway. i lack skills and stamina and i keep getting hit in the mouth and i freak out that i've snapped a piercing or something. and god forbid i fuck up my hair from running around..
perhaps i'm too hair obsessive? fuck that. if my hair looks good then i feel good. and since i got called at 4:45 to come into work at 5 and didn't get to do anything about my hair, i felt very self concious tonight. i've been wondering whether i should ask customer girls out. mostly the cute ones come in with boyfriend or sans boyfriend and you see that they're not available when you scan their card and see that it's not theirs but their obvious boyfriend's. and there's this one i think is alright, but wasn't sure on the age of. there are moral dilemmas about the whole age thing. while i'm not super old, i think i'm hopefully more mature than someone a few years younger, or that i'm just too uptight for people's fucking around. i'm too straight edge in that i want to be good and law abiding and responsible and not have a laugh at the expensive of someone else. most of the time at least.
but anyway.. i thought she was too young, but i was talking to her the other day and she at least has a licence, so that means at least 17. which i think is below my cut off line. you've got to draw the line somewhere and i think the line for me is 18. and ican't find out for sure because she uses her dad's membership, so i can't just go oh.. so your name is so and so and you're so many years old, like i do for every girl. because i'm a retard or something. but i noticed today she had a barbie wallet. which might be a bit of a giveaway that she might not be at the, what's the word.. level? that i would like a girl to be at. i have standards and shit. pretty isn't all it takes. i'm not sure i deserve to be so picky. i'm not exactly the greatest person in the world. i have a lot of undeserved cockyness about me and how awesome i am. but i don't think i should be the judge of that. and the other girl is a girl i work with. but she is also 17. and i have issues with the fact that going out with her or breaking up with her would lead to a weirdend working environment. i made up a word. and while she's cute and cool... it's still the maturity level thing.
plus she hates emos.
and i was emo before there was a musical or social term for it. an emoooootional wreck forever. from what i can remember.
and kisschasy's cara sposa ep is nice.
maybe i should buckle down for the year and save my money and do my music and work like i don't care about it and next year set out to do everything i've always wanted to do. and marry a little brisbane girl. unless i were persuaded to take my sexual prowess elsewhere.
because apparently skinny boys are good for fucking.
viiolaine:
definitely 