Sometimes they just write themselves.
Martha. Big. Jenny. Jones.
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
Also, for the LAST time, ya’ll. I may or may not have been roofied one time. I get roofied girls nearly daily and then of course, the more infrequent “how do I know if I got roofied” but “roofying” girls and roofies atm? I really need to change the name of that particular entry.
Sooo, Wifey and I went to see Where The Wild Things Are tonight.
NOT FOR CHILDREN.
MILD SPOILERS AHEAD.
If you have kids, do NOT take them to see this movie. It will bore them. It is the most hipster movie I think I have ever seen. That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. However, it was very adult in theme and I just don’t see how they got all of that out of what is essentially a picture book. The scenery was gorgeous, but it was all about relationships and dysfunctionality. Carol was scary. Max was supposed to be the king, but they never respected him or listened to him and honestly, the wild things sort of pissed me off. Judith and Alexander were obnoxious characters. Bob and Terry, however, were AMAZING!
I laughed a lot, and it made me a little sad too. It’s a good film, but don’t go into it expecting a nostalgic experience. Not that there’s much to follow in the book, but um…yeah. Not even close, really.
Ok. Now. Remember Truck Bomb? From the wedding? He im’d me out of the blue tonight. First I’ve really talked to him since the wedding. He re-enlisted but with the National Guard vs the Marines. He wants to be deployed ASAP. The motherfucker just likes to kill shit. Mess. Hot mess. But then he changed his profile picture and my heart leapt up into my throat and I thought, GODAMNIT SELF! Why is it always the bad boy that you want to go home with? Now, I’m just as much of a bad girl. I’m never there when you wake up, but I think he’d understand that. I mean, Jesus H. Can I just share this? I think I should blur his face…but then you lose the eyes. Those fuck-me eyes. I’ve been accused of having them myself, I never knew what people meant until I saw this.
Mercy.
He’s a heartbreaker. And he would break my heart. And my mind. I don’t need a child. I would be babysitting him constantly. Godamn Marines.
All of this on top of my heart breaking today for real. I realized that I am in deep with The Crush. Usually it’s what you see above. Something I covet. Something I am lusting after. Something to conquer. This…this is different. This is shades of Banky all over again. I trust this boy. There’s something about him that makes my brain get all hurty and I just want to tell him everything. I want to touch him so I know he’s real. I want to stay the night. THIS IS NOT NORMAL FOR ME.
Usually I run screaming in the opposite direction. It is taking every fiber in my being not to just blurt out “I think you’re perfect and you may be the one I’ve been waiting for, oh I don’t know, MY ENTIRE GODAMN LIFE. Can we go home now?”
I can read most guys like an open book, it comes from years of having mostly dude friends. As soon as I decide I am interested in a guy…it’s like an iron curtain covers my brain. I can’t think. I can’t see. He is a mystery to me. Things that are obvious to everyone else are lost on me. Right now I am as blind as a godamn bat. I hate this. HATE. Where is my practical side?
Complicating my life even further is that today I made a firm decision. I’m going to Scripps. You know, if they’ll have me. I DO have to take the GRE. My options are MONDAY or February. My application is also due in February to be considered for financial aid. Fuck me. Whatever. I was listening to Weekends and it just hit me in the middle of Tired, Weak and Poor.
It’s the only kind of tired worth staying awake for.
This is what I want. As much as I want NOLA to be my immediate future, I want Scripps more. I want to do what I was meant to do. I should have switched my damn major junior year. But I didn’t and now I have to go back and fix my mistakes. Return to the past to forge the future. Am I making any sense anymore? I said I was going to go to bed at a decent hour so I actually get up and go to work tomorrow. You know, before 9:30.
Universe, send me a sign. I’m sick of the subtle hints. S-P-E-L-L. I-T. O-U-T.
Oh serious crushes. Oh how they make us fucking retarded. XD
Also, I have serious hate for the GRE.
Stupid. I’m just stupid over this. Wifey told me it was “cute” because I was all nice and glowy. Well, actually she said glowly, but I don’t know what that means.
Poprocks refers to it as the Great Retarded Evil. Wish me luck. I can’t math.
I hate you. I can’t spell that early in the mornings.
Bitch please, you can’t spell ever.
Good luck with the GRE. I have already decided never to go on to graduate school, and I haven’t even gotten a Bachelor’s yet. You are one brave girl.
Also, don’t go with the Marines unless you wanna end up like in the link below. CAUTION! NSFW or any other time, for that matter.
http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=31299318&postcount=78
I love when you stop by just to post smut.
“My application is also due in February to be considered for financial aid. Fuck me. Whatever.”
I just had to put that in there, because whenever a woman says/writes “Fuck me”, a divorce lawyer gets their horns.
And crushes……
BLEGH. Isn’t it sad that at 16, I’m so cynical that happiness catches me off guard? Good luck with the whole crush thing.
On another note, my favorite quote ever just occurred: “Tyler, you’re only 16. You’re too young to be making sex at girls.”
Lord have mercy, child. You’re 16? Run. Do not let me corrupt you. Goodness.
Everyone is cynical at 16. If you’re not, you’re an idiot.
I don’t think I’m really going to get any more corrupted, LCAAAAAC. And/or A from Datewrecks.
I mean, I don’t think you get much past Goatse on the corruption scale. White-knighting /b/, Punditkitchen troll golf, trust me, there are a LOT worse places I can be surfing right now than here.
How about cynical when one is older? -Tries to remember manners and “politeness”- When one is… how old again?
On another note, “Max was supposed to be the king, but they never respected him or listened to him”- you were surprised? It’s like that with all good ideas.
27. And I am pretty cynical. It gets worse with age. I think you get a few magic years in your early 20s where you’re less so. Or maybe that’s the magic of college aka cheap beer and low responsibility.
I wouldn’t say surprised…it was just sad. I loved the book so much and I always thought that when he was with the wild things everything was happy. It wasn’t what I expected. At all.