Shriek Elegance

A koga for my birthday.

Too fucking exhausted to say anything else.

That is all.

When someone you care about is dying slowly.

Things I have done:

Nothing.
Ride the motorcycle :D
Ride the massive jetski :D
Nothing.
Nothing.

My restless leg syndrome is in time with Butch’s breathing. XD

Erin’s parents have the coolest shower. XD We call it the car wash. It’s got about 9 shower heads from all different angles and is absolutely massive. Pretty sure you could fit a small kindergarten class in there. Speaking of Erin’s parents, their house is massive and beautiful.

My flight is in 14ish hours. I get the weekend off. It’ll be nice to go home. :)

Went to Hot Topic. Spent $145 >.> Spent $50 at Kohl’s.

I didn’t make plans with any friends. But I did see Sandra at the mall when she was working. We talked for a while until she got customers. I got her’s and Mark’s phone numbers. I can stalk them now if I feel like it. Though calling Mark would be… weird and awkward. :/ Ah well.

Erin and I had a good talk on our way to/from Pueblo. Apparently, says Erin, I’m exactly like Shane except female (Shane and Erin are like best friends). So she kind of told me all their secrets and what’s been up with Shane and Trece and them for the past six years. Things were pretty bad for a while. Like… worse than I would’ve ever expected. But it’s okay, now, for the most part. For some reason, I felt like telling her stuff I wouldn’t tell someone I met six days ago. So I did. And she totally got it. I think if I were here for a long time, we could be pretty super friends. She’s hilarious.

I haven’t really seen much of Trece during this trip. Which is… kind of becoming normal. Eh. Hard to explain. I don’t really want to get into it. So yeah.

Ummmm. Something happened to one of my friends that made me very, very, VERY angry. I am not amused.

That’s all I have the motivation for tonight.

I have been around Lee for two whole fucking days and I already want to fucking kill him. Or myself. Whatever will mean less of him for me.

I’m serious.

It’s never been this bad.

This is fucking ridiculous.

I have lost any and all will to be conscious.

My fucking hairbrush is still missing.

Dad and I are not getting along.

I’m barely even being acknowledged. And when I am, it’s usually negatively. Erin pays more attention to me than my own family. Yeah, I’m being selfish. Shut the fuck up or get the fuck away from my blog.

I can’t even get Dante to cuddle with me.

Fuck this.

My parents got in last night around 7pm or so. They were uber tired so it made for interesting conversation. They didn’t end up going to bed until about 1am. I can’t even begin to get into half of the hilarious conversations that were had. Just take my word for it. I’m sure most of you have seen enough that you can imagine.

Dogs woke me up at 7am this morning by trying to love my face with their tongues. They would’ve kept sleeping had Dad not woken up early and riled them up >.<

In the four days I’ve been here, I have barely seen anything of Nathan. He’s been holed up in his room forever ’cause he hurt his back.

I’m already sick of Lee. It’ll be nice to have the house to myself again when I get back.

My patience with children is wearing dangerously thin.

I think we’re going to FoCo tomorrow and Tuesday to visit with people and go shopping. I look forward to shopping.

I’m just so… tired.

Helplessness is when even the sincerest apology is worthless.

In other news, thanks, guys, for not contacting me at all since I got here. Makes me feel awesome that I’m such a great friend and you don’t even want to make the effort to see me after four years. Kind of figured this would happen. Don’t know why I got my hopes up.

Ciao.

So… to start. My birthday! Was fun. Consisted of… everyone sans Craig (loser). Though Nick and Steph missed each other completely, which was lame, but what can you do? We just farted around mostly. And I made everyone wear party hats. And Shay and I had awesome party hat boobs. And everything was swell. We tried to have a giant Monopoly game, but were unsuccessful ’cause we just weren’t feelin’ it.

ANYWAY… I drove people home around… 4? Was it? Something like that. Funny story- when we were driving back from dropping Wayne off, we saw something on the side of the road. At first pass, I thought it was a dead person ’cause it looked like someone wearing a jacket and, y’know, blood and guts everywhere. So, justified, we turned around at the next intersection and made a second pass. This time, we were sure it was an animal, but what animal, we just didn’t know. I thought it was a horse. SO, this of course, sprung a third pass by, and since the highway was empty, I slowed right down and Cam and Shay got a good look at it. Turns out it was a dog of some sort (we’re thinking border collie) . It was pretty much severed in half and the back half was kind of flattened and its guts were splayed all over the place. Yeeaaaaah. Awesome. So now, every time I drive home from work or something, I always, always look at the bloodstain on the road to commemorate good times.

Anywho, Cam was locked out of his house (which is why he was there for the third pass) so I brought him and Shay home to my place and we were essentially zombies. I don’t remember much of what I did after that. I do know that around noon or something I just couldn’t take it anymore so I napped for about an hour.

Ummm what else? Parents have been gone for about two weeks. Have discovered I suck at finding the motivation to feed myself. Am going camping tomorrow. Am flying out Wednesday evening.

Gerri is not on. I am lonely and I miss him. /withdrawals

That’s all I really have to say right now. I need to get to bed so I can finish getting ready for camping tomorrow. Ciao.