too late in the evening
hello my bloggymates. my last post sucked. yes. and this one will probably as well. i have nothing of importance to say other than... why am i a vampire? what makes me a vampire? this could be me.
that quiz said that i was intense and loved the night and intimidated boys. i suppose these are all true but what if sometimes i want to be normal? is it too late for me? what if i went on a big shopping spree and bought a bunch of button up shirts and khakis? i could fall into the gap. i could look like a politician's wife. but that would be boring too.
i have no satisfactory answer for myself. my personality changes depending on where i am or what i am doing. sometimes i want to be punky and look kind of trashy. at other times i hate the whole white trash thing. i want to move to a wealthy place where i can be with other wealthy people and not have to deal with anyone who is not fortunate. i can wear beautiful clothes and look immaculate and have the "perfect" life. that sounds really selfish and stupid but it is true.
have any of you seen the guy on geneva road who just sits out there doing nothing but flipping off passerby and feel absolute envy? i have. i want to go up to him and say, "shove over, i am giving it all up. no school. no work. i am going to ponder life." but i can't do that. it is unrealistic and irrational. and now tht i have filled your heads with these ridiculous things... i should go to bed. or for a walk. no. my mother would kill me. i will merely sit. good evening. or morning.
posted by Trisha @ 12:27 AM
8 Comments:
My quiz results said that I was a Ghost. At least you aren't a transparent shy girl who needs advice from a quiz designed for 13 year olds on how to be cool.
And the whole flipping finger dude, I don't really envy him. I envy the bums that wander around center street. I find it facinating that they can fit all of their belongings into one pack pack, or if they are high class one shopping cart. Either way it is neat, and I want to emulate their organization when I move out.
Well, I was a fairy. I don't know why, I didn't read the explanation. I must be quite fluttery.
When we had to register for Fall I was like "what if I don't want to go to school in the Fall? They're making me decide to early." And then I was like "what else would I do. Work at Little Caesar's?" So, pretty much I decided I have to at least attempt to do something with my life.
yes. it is necessary to envy homeless people in certain aspects. it is also necessary to suck it up and deal with life in the mainstream. i totally understand about having to register so early for school. what if i have a major change of heart and do not want to take any of the classes i signed up for? or worse, what if i have no money to go to school with?
what is this quiz? i want to take it. I really like the flipper off-er guy. He is just so funny, but today i drove past there and he wasn't there, so i was sad.
i know. he hasn't been around lately. i don't know what is going on. i am somewhat lost without him. go to ali's blog. she has links to a slew of quizzes on alloy.com. they are hilarious and frivolous.
yes, and this is the link to ali's blog (see above). T
risha, if you really are a vampire, not only do have the perfect man for you, but will you be so kind as to not suck my blood. or at least wait until i experience the joy of having a boyfriend, then its all yours.
I will indeed bite you. but i will wait. one of the funniest things i have ever done is to tell my nieces/nephews that i have a secret. when they get close i whisper in their little ear, "I am a vampire" and then i bite their necks. the only one this really scared was marissa. but now... she is the most morbid of them all.
I don't have any morbid nieces, but I have one very phobic nephew. The other day I was telling Rachel about how this one lady told her child that monsters were afraid of farts and burps. And Jorden kept calling out my name throughout the story, finally I gave him my attention and he said, "Did you say MONSTERS?" "yes." "There is a monster under the garage, and it is mean." Yeah, it kind of creeped me out.
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