don't even get me started.

Yeah, I'm switching from the music titles to what I think is best.
Dunno.
No, I'm not running out of music, just ready for a change?

OMFG.
O
M
F
G.
January 13, 2010... A power surge happened. Now, I don't have a protector for that horrid act, but it is something I regret, don't get me wrong.
My computer completely died. And for nearly a month now these sexiest, condescending assholes at Computer LAN 'fix my computer.' I'm on it right now, every file I left with is on and blah, but Jesus.
They would talk to me like I was a 5-year-old girl. I made my dad call because I was sick of their games. They were so polite! Even put him on hold to get the tracking number for my motherboard. I was so pissed.
It was awkward going in there today to pick it up.
They knew I was angry and we all had an understanding that we all did not like each other. No, that's not paranoia.

I do have pictures.
Several pictures of a painting I did, a flower I made out of playdoh, knitted items (MANY MORE) and etc.... I don't feel like right now because I'm catching whatever my sister had.
I have a horrible headache, a slight cough, I'm achey and I'm getting realllllly cold. I woke up this morning thinking I didn't have enough energy to sustain life. Horrible. Just awful.

Emily and me kicked it, but no more.
The way our friendship ended (probably for good, never know with people who never have money to buy weed) is a bit childish on my part but hilarious.
I was angry at Emily for constantly wanting to hang out when she knew I had cash or what not. She and Jonny always try to hit me up for weed. WELL.
One night, I texted Casey that I screened Emily when she called me and then Casey texted me back and I went to explain. Welll. Haha. I was in the wrong text box and accidentally texted the complain text to Emily about her.
She was confused and didn't think much of it until two days later Emily was all pissed and asked, 'Was that text meant for me? Did you accidentally send that to me?'
I'm laughing because I don't give a shit. (I really don't.)
AND THEN, a couple nights later after she stops speaking to me, I'm trying to sleep and I get a call... From Emily.
I pressed ignore.
She called again.
I pressed ignore.
Again.
Ignore.
I had a voicemail. It was stupid, immature and slightly laughable.
Emily's boyfriend and her boyfriend's friend called me, shitfaced, and kept saying how they wanted to fuck me, rape the fuck out of my virginity and blah blah... You can actually hear Emily giggling in the background!
After they said all the needed they laughed and I'm guessing they didn't realize the voicemail was still going and I hear the friend ask, 'So, who else can we call?'
THEY CALLED ME NINE TIMES and left two voicemails practically mimicking one another.
So immature.
And they're all older than I am.
Pathetic.
I guess it's all the same because Emily invited me to go do cocaine with her and her friend one day. And she wanted to do some fucking meth with an old High School friend of mine!
Bad enough with her obsessed over Mary Jane.
So sad.

Finished the book Kockroach by Tyler Knox.
A dazzling first 200 pages and a very disappointing thereafter.