Like A Prayer

"When you call my name, its like a little prayer, down on my knees, I wanna take you there."

Have you ever wondered where there was? I sure as hell do. Where is it? Is it heaven? A bar? How about a really really tight concert? I'm not sure, but I have my suspicions, and dude, I tend to sway towards a heavenly bar with live music playing in the background. So I guess once again, yes, I am hyper. I took a nap. Before that, I was watching Arthur, just for nostalgia's sake, you know. I do a lot of things for nostalgia's sake. I have a terrible time dealing with the concept of what's past is past. I am chasing an unreachable, unrealistic, idealized past. When I'm starting to remember what I should and how things really were. And I should be disillusioned, and I know I should stop chasing, but I've honestly never been one to do what I was supposed to without the intervention of an authorizing character in my life. Hmm, I did it again. I got too deep, too soon. Stupid me.

Yesterday, at about 8 o'clock in the morning, I was sleeping; dreaming. And "CUUUUUUU" (prolonged U). "CUUUUU" , CUUUU. I was like, "what the fuck kind of freaky cat sex is going on outside my window, on my driveway." So I just waited and waited and tried to go back to dreaming, but everytime I'd do that it'd get ruined by the freaky sounding orgasms. So finally, I look out my window. Guess what? Fucking pigeons, dude. No fucking. I swear, dude, on the hate list now. They were sitting on my friggin window ledge! For like an hour! And they kept tainting my good dreamin! Freakin....

Today was weird. As I said, allergies are kicking my ass and its a big pain. I took some Claritin this morning, and it worked a little, but during lunch I was sneezing like a fiend. And then I was totally distorting my face the rest of the day because I felt like sneezing, but the thing would NOT come out. Favorite conversation:

My head falls on the desk
ME: (Incomprehensive mumbling)
Fred: What? Did you say something about me? (or something of that variety)
ME: No, I just said, my head fell.
Fred: (looks at me like I'm a fucking nutcase)
ME: No, see, I sneezed, but it wouldn't come out, and the momentum of it just...yeah, so my head fell.

Call me anything you want, but I prefer LOSER. Jk. My cousin downloads weird stuff on my computer. I need to delete his Warcraft.

Random rant:
One thing that pisses me off: People who will let and insist that you give and give and give while they never give back. I know the noble thing to do is just let them receive, but what can I say, I don't appreciate blatant selfishness.

--While I was exiting school today, this asshole, retard Filipino guy cut me off. Okay, that pissed me off, because then he decided to mock me and put his hand over his mouth in those little "Oh, I'm so sorry, but I'm fucking gay." moves. That pissed me off. Yeah, you fucking crackhead, filipino, loser, I'll fucking kill you and do that same fucking face you shit-driving, bitch. As you can tell...I must a pretty repressed young lady. And fuck, I am.