vein popping
from the diaryland site:3.20.00
Yeah, see that vein popping out of my forehead right now? That's due to Gwen Stefani and her pink haired ass screeching every time I turn on the radio. Grr, I'm *really* getting tired of that "Ex-Girlfriend" song. The sentiment is revolting in my opinion and just the general sound grates on my last nerve. Why couldn't they have stayed generally ska?
But I do like the sound of the new Gin Blossoms, sorry, Gas Giants, song "Quitter". It's got that retro 1994/5 sound to it, due apparently to the fact that the Gin Blossoms have been stuck in a time warp or the chryo tubes from Lost in Space. So I haven't decided to really like the song or not simply because it is retro, but then again my favourite car music is from the same time period....
In other news I got to converse with Scott today, and while not actively flirting or anything of the sort I found myself totally wanting to sit down with this person and talk for hours and hours. Though when I did make some fairly coherent and powerful statements in class, after I finished I could see him out of the corner of my eye thoughtfully starring at me. I need to start locking gaze when he does that.
And it turns out that he's only nineteen...He's only a baby, and I can't help wanting to pat him on the head or something equally insane and parental. I'm not sure if that makes any difference to me or not yet. I keep thinking about him being only sixteen when I first went to prom...but then again I was only seventeen. It just seems like light years apart for some reason. Telling my mother about the age thing she said it made sense to her...that since I'm relationship
immature it would make sense that I would be drawn to someone that was younger than I.Oh shit, I don't even know anymore. I do have a strong inclination to let him read the journal, he does know it exists but does not know that he's in it, but I'm wavering. On one hand I could let him know the addy and then take events as they unfold...or do the same and warn him before hand, "Yeah, it's true, I'm interested. Wanna make somethin' of it?" Or just leave the situation as it is now, swirling in ambiguity...hmmm. Tough choice.
Personal quote for the day, taken from when I was driving home and had a skeezy guy pull up next to me and try to intice me into his wonderful vehicle (ha!):
"O Ho! You are sooo a sorry specimen for the male species!"
