Yeah. That was bound to happen. I guess I got a little too excited. And
ran my mouth. But, not even like that. See, man. Every girl is the same.
They like to be lied to and treated liek shit. Then once you open up to
them they fucking bail, hardcore.
Whatever. AT least I could have fucked her before she bailed. That'd a
been nice.
Anyways. I'm not entirely motivated to work out mostly because a little
sick. But, also because I'm just so fucking depressed, man. Can't even
deal.
Ugh. But, I did rediscover Daft Punk. They rock.
I watched a cracy video from BLS. The concepts flipped my mind. THey had a
commercial for, ya know, "lose 80 pounds in one week<" type thing and it
was some energy drink type shit ya know. Just fucking scary man. Like the
way the future will pan out. With the rate and acceleration of technology.
It's just scary
I gotta go run, but, I feel like shit. And god damn it my parents need to
stop fucking calling me every fucking 5 minutes. When I can talk I'll
fucking call! DUH!
So, I guess I overreacted. Because I signed on to AIM and found a bunch of
message she sent me that I never got from yesterday. So, well, whatever. I
manned up and called her today, left a message. 10 minutes later she sent
me a text confirming our date! So, that's cool. Also, I made a sick, or,
as sam put it, "WICKED" art peice. It is pretty wicked, man. It's evil.
Lots of anger/hate in it. Or something of the sort. The perspective on the
mouth was pretty hard, I almost didn't get it. But, I saved myself. Hehe.
So, anyways. I hung out with Justin. That was pretty fun. I spent a bunch
of money on the mom and dad that I should prolly not had. But, w/e I hate
being tied down by money. Being like, "well, I have only have this much..
Should I spend that much?" So, I say fug it.
