Sleepwalking my way through life: The restrictingness of the world around me



The restrictingness of the world around me

Current Mood: Deep
Current Music: Simple Plan- I'd Do Anything

Is deep even a mood? Or is it a feeling. I have no idea but I'm really in a deepish mood right now. Like if anyone asked me what time it was I would say "Time? Time is realative, so the time I have may be different than the time you have. What's the point in that?" Then the person would stare at me for a while. "Half eight" I would finally say. That didn't actually happen but it's what I would say if I was asked that. Before you say anything I already know that I'm an idiot.
Went out today, and actually spent some money too. Me, Dan, Chaz and Jen went to the county fair. Heatherbell was supposed to go too, but her dad wouldn't let her cause some one almost got raped there the other week. It's a good enough reason but she should've rebeled a bit. She should've said that the place will be crouded and she'll be with her friends and that she's got me and *cough* Danny to protect her an shit. But she didn't. That's the only thing I don't like about Heather, her Dad. He's prob a nice guy an all but he is way over protective. And she doesn't even rebel against them like a teenager should.
It's like "Dad, can I go out today?"
"No"
"Ok then"
Tis really annoying. Especially when we're all going out. Any way, the fair. We stayed for about an hour doing nothing, just wandering randomly. We eventually got to the bit with the rides and we started to walk around seeing which ones we wanted to go on. We saw this twirly thingy that span u up in the air and we were deciding if we wanted to go on it or not and Danny started to bitch about it. He started to say that he would be sick and stuff, then he watched it go round and round and round and he said that he was going to be sick and he ran. Twas funny.
He didn't throw up but we left any way. On the way back to the Centre we were behind a group of Neds so Danny an Chaz decided to change our route so we could avoid them. We were fine about that, until they started telling us stories of when they were chased and how Neds are "Bad news". And me and Jenny were laughin at them. They think that since we haven't had the same experiences as them. But yes I have been in fights with Neds before and yes I have been chased. I'm not gonna tell them that (Though when they read this they'll prob find out). They don't realise that I actually know how to fight. I wouldn't cower and hide and shit. What's the point in that? If you're getting beaten by a group of Neds then fight back. Hit as many as you can. Go down fighting. No point in curling up in a ball if you can do some damage eh?
Any way, back to the centre. Chaz an Dan took another route cause they didn't want to be confronted by the Neds. Me an Jen ignored them and went our own way. And guess what? Nothing happened. Danny an Chaz can be such pussies sometimes. We met up again, had some Mickey D's and went home. I get home, watch a DVD and go on the computer. I start to talk to Danny and he's in a really pissed off mood.
Really pissed off.
I tried to cheer him up and I was kinda succesful. He just kept logging on and off randomly. It was quite funny. I had dinner and when I got up to go back to the computer I noticed a lump beside my couch. At first I thought it was George and that she had done a shit on the carpet, but closer inspection I found something much worse. A dead Robin was torn open and its insides leaking out. I cleaned it up (EEEWWWW) and shouted at George. She just stared lazily at me so I threw her outside.
Then mum kept askin me who I liked. And it was really annoying because I kept answering these questions on default. It was really strange. I eventually shut my mouth and ran out the room (Before you ask, I'm not going to say who on here).
And now I'm being told to come off so I'll try to fill in more next time.
I wonder what the meaning of life is....
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