Dear Livejournal,

Right now I need to release some frustration I have for certain aspects of the internet and, unfortunately, my life. For the last almost three years I have been the not-so-proud owner of a MySpace. I know there's really nothing to be ashamed of, especially now that EVERYONE has one. Back in the day only the most hip, trendy, scene and emo kids had one. I'm aware that I'm being mean and stereotyping or some shit, but who fucking cares. Anyway, MySpace has blown up and I'm fine with that. It's refreshing to blatantly talk about "that message he sent me" or how "I can't believe she added you and not me" or "that comment you left me was hilarious". It's fun to leave your good friends funny, stupid comments, and it's even better to pretend your 500 plus friends are people you actually like or for that matter remember. Commenting about how we need to hang out is so much better then calling someone and saying that. Because really, if you actually called them, that means you are actually going to have to hang out with them. And we both know that's not what you want. MySpace allows you to have those friends without having to do anything. It's beautiful. Well as least I think it is. I hate meeting people, making friends, remembering names, calling anyone, etc. etc. To me awkward small talk is the worst. I'd rather stay at home alone and stare at a wall. My A.D.D. won't allow me to do that so instead I tag along with my friends and pretend to know who they're talking about- or not. Sometimes I just don't worry about it. But when I'm in the crowd and I don't really know anyone, I just start making fun of them. They just don't know it. Again, it's beautiful.
Moving on, MySpace isn't my main target here. Livejournal is. I'm a little newer to Livejournal, but not by much. I usually never update- every few months or so. They're not really ever too serious, or too funny. They're not really too much of anything. I keep checking my Livejournal because of all my friends. They update about their lives and I read about them. Usually I'm not a part of any of the stories, mostly because of where I live right now. I wish I could delete both my MySpace and my Livejournal, but I really don't think I can. I'm too addicted to knowing what's going on. I need to know, even if it has absolutely nothing to do with me. I just enjoying knowing. Knowing what? Nothing special. Just knowing. It's pretty much impossible to surprise me.
Anyway... some of my friend are getting pretty emo on LJ.

The vague and suggestive comments are sometimes just so stupid- it's just fucking gay. Stop insinuating that you're hurt or angry and just say it. And while you're at it, throw some names in there too. Nothing will ever happen or be resolved if you never really give any info out. Just tell us what's up. The thing is too many times I already know exactly what you're talking about so your sneaky, pretentious, clever post has just gone to waste. And if it's so personal you don't want to reveal names then don't tell us at all. We don't care that much anyways. We were just being nice.

I ♥ L&O

Lately I've been thinking a lot about some of the kids that live in this awful city. Too many people are living the "DIY lifestyle" including living in a shitty house in a shitty locale, wearing homemade shirts, thrift store finds and basically whatever they find floating around in trash cans, garbage bags, car trunks and bike bags, not washing their hair- or entire body for that matter, listening indie music that no one knows about (Cartoon On Purpose, anyone?) or playing crazy glam rock because, well, everyone's a comedian. People like this are different from me and therefore annoying, but you know what, they're doing their own thing and I suppose that's at worst original (?) and at best enteraining. The only problem I see with these dirty street kids (besides walking close too them and having to breathe the trash/beer odor they omit) is that they aren't street kids. Let me claritify: they aren't street kids because every homemade shirt, every thift store purchase (or more appropriately thift-store-looking purchase), every "shithole" home was paid for by weathly moms, dads, or grandparents. That's right, these kids are Fakes. They're that one rich kid in your high school that made OK grades, never had a part-time job, got the brand new car, and didn't care what they dressed like. They wore nice brand name clothes, but not because they wanted to, in fact, they had no idea that shirt was expensive, it's just where their family shops. I'm not saying their millionaires; they didn't have a $100,000 car or even a $50,000 car. They had the new Honda, or big truck, maybe a trendy 2001 SUV. Whatever it was it wasn't busted. There's nothing wrong with a few of those high schoolers, but it seems a lot of them decided to move here. They also decided to leave behind that mainstream monotony and adopt a purer, simplier,....dirtier, DIY lifestyle. They have big, spacious houses that they treat like shit. There's no furiture, it's a mess- beer bottles, surfboard wax, bongs, you know the usual.

These types are harmless. They're just fucking obnoxious because I really do pay for everything myself yet still manage to look nice and shower daily- no, no, tri-daily. Really the biggest problem is walking by them. GAG.

Fuck her....I did!

I really should be doing some homework right now, but I just feel distracted. OK, that's a lie. I just don't want to do it. It's hard. It's so easy to lie to myself about stupid shit that I'm wondering if maybe I do it more than I think. Sometimes friends, parties, boyfriends, school, and work seem like the things that are really important to me. I need them in order to feel whole or succeed later in life, or to just keep myself busy. God forbid I have feel time! It's just too easy to try to please and not think about what actually matters. I don't think I know what ACTUALLY matters right now, but hopefully one day I'll figure out. All I'm saying is that it's easy to get lost. Until then I'm done with trying to be anything I'm not. I'm usually a very real person and I'll tell you what the fuck is up if there's a problem. But a lot of times you are judged by who you hang out with too. That's when hanging out with fake people is a problem too. Personally my friends are real as fuck. They tell you what's up 100% of the time and aren't afraid to down and dirty with whatever shit you're bringing. Basically we're just Bad Bitches. Excuse me, Bad Betches. The men of the group aren't to bad either. They fully represent and back everything we girls are and do. Usually that is. Disputes within the group, although not major, do happen. They're stressful and crazy, but mostly funny and fucking awesome to watch. It's over like that and we're back to chilling and asking, "What the fuck are we doin' tonight? Heckling? All right let's go!"

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