6 posts tagged “stupid shit”
It's a good thing my once best friend isn't fucking my ex-girlfriend or else I would be really lonely and depressed today. It's also a good thing that they're both great at considering other people's feelings and aren't insensitive, self-righteous assholes.
Oh wait.
I don't know if it's good or bad that I actually feel worse about missing free pancake day at IHoP Tuesday.
I was listening to this album today when I heard this song, and I couldn't help but laugh. It was kind of sad, knowing laugh.
I downloaded a screener of Juno last night, and I downloaded it kind of late. I didn't mean to watch all of it, I was just checking out the quality of it (good by the way), but I ended up watching the whole thing and staying until 4am or so. Anyways, I thought it was a really great movie. It id make me kind of sad though, but I don't think it was supposed to be a super happy movie anyways. I'm kind of disappointed that Michael Cera wasn't in it more, but I did end up falling in love with Ellen Page and her character in the movie.
Chance moved away Saturday, and I have to say now I really want to leave this town. He was pretty much the only guy who would hang out with me lately. It sucks that now I'm pretty much going to be stranded in my room. Unless Mike and Marie and Chris decide to start hanging out with me again, but I'm not going to hold my breath on that one. Chance brought up a good point when he said that he doesn't even really view them as friends anymore, and I have to say that I'm starting to agree with him. I try and try to hang out with them and be friends, but I ultimately get left out of their plans. Even this weekend when I we made plans to go see Cloverfield, I ended up getting left out. It's one thing when I'm deliberately left out of their plans, but when I'm included and then they decide to not include me that it hurts. I don't know, maybe they're living in some fantasy world where they honestly are oblivious to how shitty they're being/have been, but I doubt it. I don't know, under any other circumstances, I would just chalk this up to getting older and growing apart. WIth Mike though, this just seems like a deliberate sabotage of a decade old friendship though.
Anyways, I'll just leave you with some lolirony. See if you can guess who wrote it (hint: it actually wasn't me).
right out of my mouth. Who knew Justin Timberlake could be so relevant. And to think I was almost over all of this stupid shit.
You know I gave you the world
You had me in the palm of your hand
So, why your love went away?
I just can't seem to understand
Thought it was me and you, baby
Me and you until the end
But I guess I was wrong
Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it
Can't believe it's ending this way
Just so confused about it
Feeling abused about it
I just can't do without you
So, tell me is this fair?
I'm on my neighbor's unsecured wireless internet right now. I'm not sure why either. I guess mostly because I can. I've been toying with the idea of setting up a WEP key on it because they left the username and password on the router as the default, so I can get into their settings. I don't think I will though, or if I do, it'll just be for a day or so. I think I'm mostly going to use their connection to torrent, so that the internet at the house isn't slowed down during the day (Kayla uses the internet for class). I guess they don't have a printer in their house, or at least only have it set up to be used with one computer, because I never see one online. If they ever slip up though, I'll print some stuff off over there to mess with them.
I really need to write a paper for English, but I just don't feel motivated to do it. I've lost a lot of motivation to do anything lately. I've been in a funk since the break-up and I just can't seem to get free from it (see: music video). Of course, some recent events haven't really helped any with that. Although I have tried to put all of that behind me, so as not to jeopardize my longstanding friendships, I still can't help but to have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind of how I was stabbed in the back. However, like the majority of feelings, I just try to bury them as deep as I can, so as to be able to carry on with everyday things. After all of that though, I'm left feeling emotionally and physically drained and I just can't muster the motivation to do much of anything, except steal my neighbor's internet of course.
I've been reading A Separate Piece, by John Knowles for English, and it's actually pretty good. Well, maybe it's just good. There's not much excitement to it, but I guess it's a good read about being a 16 year old boy and having a best friend, which I was at point and had. I can draw some parallels to it, but a lot of times the narrator's admiration of his best friend, at least in the earlier chapters of the book, seem to come off with almost homosexual undertones. I'm only five chapters in, but I guess I'll see how it turns out.
It's a good thing I've already had a lot of practice at not caring, or else this could have severely ruined our friendship.
-Jon
Well, after having my heart dipped in shit*, looks like I'm back on my own. Kind of sucks, but I guess if I'm such a terrible burden, then I'm better off letting someone else lead a happy and fulfilling life at my own expense. I guess the silver lining to all of this is that I ended going on a two mile walk, so that's at least good for something. Although, it didn't help my imagination to walk around the corner and see her car at my friend's house after only an hour of us breaking up. I seriously doubt anything was going on, but you've got to admit, in that situation given her previous track record I think I was entitled to entertain some ideas for at least a brief period of time.
It's kind of funny how it was so easy for her to give up on, what I thought was, a serious relationship. And she calls me lazy. I hate to be a dick about it, but I guess it's in my nature. This is just one of my signs of grief.
I guess I'm not only angry at her though. I'm more angry at myself for letting this happen. I'm sure if I had a car, a job, and some spending money, this all could have been avoided. If I even had a bike I would just bite the bullet and get a job at fucking Winn-Dixie if I could. Oh well. I guess it's too late for that now though.
On the bright side, I don't have to end my posts/comments with "-Jon" now.
-Jon
*a reference to "The Heist" by The Lonely Island
