Me tengo que levantar dentro de 3 horas para ir a una misa, how fucked up is that? Bueno, ni se si voy ya se me olvido lo que mi amiga me dijo, pero igual.
Ya son casi 2 meses desde que lo vi y lo extraño. e acorde de el y me dieron chills y all that shit, cool.
No, en serio. Lo quiero ver. El 22 son 2 meses, kinda funny. Hubiese sido fino que nos hubiesemos conocido un 13, you know toda esa cosa de mi lucky number y stuff.
Que spanglish es esto, dios mio.
Asi que ya que estoy en toda la onda de escribir exactamente lo que estoy pensando aqui voy.
Escucho John Mayer y bueno tengo sueño. Um, estoy en el edificio donde lo vi la ultima vez y cada vez que paso en frente del salon de fiestas sonrio como una niña de 3 años, ritarded. Estoy super incomoda right now, los pisos de madera (mis favoritos by the way) no son muy comodos para sentarse por un largo periodo de tiempo. Ayer me dieron unas ganas inexplicables de emborracharme pero mal y hacer algo nasty, el porque aun lo desconozco. Sería awesome que aca hubieran universidades con dorms y todo eso, believe me, daría todo por mudarme ahi. Quiero ver a Nick Jonas. Hace 2 noches soñe que Justin Bieber me besaba, estoy slightly intrigued by it. El video de We No Speak Americano es ridiculous, nunca entendi the whole deal del piano hasta ahora, dumb. Hoy comi McDonalds y anoche tambien, clearly there is something wrong. Justo ahora veo un video (escucho en realidad) sobre... muchas cosas en realidad, el trasero de alguien y como "me gusta como lo haces rebotar" y gente con sus "gorras para atras", clearly Dante makes no sense at all, fucking loser. Tengo ganas de hacer lo que queda del post en ingles so go translate it or suck it.
So, I'm quite gone right now. I want to call him. But then I'd be like "Oh hi, it's 2 in the morning and I'm calling you cause I missed your voice and I wanted to remind you that it's going to be oficially 2 months since we last saw eachother on the 22th, so yeah g'night". Hmm not going to let that happen. Right now I'm questioning if I'm even going to post this. Whatever I wrote too much to just delete it. I'm quite out of my mind right now so I'll probably make the worst choices ever, this probably being one of them. So, someone asked me the reason behing my blog title, yeah it's an album by the coolest band ever called Three Days Grace, so umm go listen to them, yeah. I don't want to fall asleep cause I don't know if I'll get up. Yeah, I just succesfully quote the Jonas Brothers, you can judge me all you want I don't give a flying pickle. So, this is a story worth sharing, I never liked pickles, like sliced pickles, like those pickles the assholes in McDonalds put into your hamburgues even though you told them "NO PICKLES", yeah those pickles, so anyways I was out getting some groceries and there was this huge ass thing of full pickles like the ones Snooki ate 31, well yeah so I was like "Mommy I'm taking this you can suck it" so yeah I got them and I was like "Yeah, whatever" so like 3 days after I found them and ate them, THEY ARE SERIOUSLY SO FUCKING GOOOOOOODDDD, like forreal, I'm not even kidding, I was like "IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW, SNOOKING WASN'T SUCH AN IDIOT AFTER ALL" I feel like I even owe the girl an apology, I mean I love her but... c'mon, whatever.
So this is the dumbest post ever and it's about to finish because I finally got bored. So, the whole point behind this entry was to make sure everyone knew I miss him, and that I was up at 2am, and yeah I'm kinda nocturnal but my whole clock is fucked up so yeah, I'm going now and since I'm not on my computer I'm just going to post the picture I took like 2 hours ago.
Yeah, that's me and my cookie. If you don't like it then suck it bitch.
And props to cameroid.com for being the coolest site ever, since this computed is ritarded and has no camera thingie program or stuff.
