Is she really going out with him? Is she really gonna take him home tonight?

Elvis Costello.

The Smiths.

The Shins.

Belle and Sebastian.

U2.

Collective Soul.

Coldplay.

Modest Mouse.

The Doors.

The Ramones.

The Police.

Jane's Addiction.

Mix CD's keep me from going crazy.

You know, it sort of a shame I don't have more readers.

One day I could very well post a suicide note or something, and no one would even realize it..

Okay, this isn't very likely at all.. Because

A) As much as my life may suck, it's my personal belief that suicide is one sucky way to go, I'd rather get hit by a bus or something.

B) I wouldn't have the guts to do it anyway, and

C) I don't fancy the idea of burning in hell because I got tired of living.

Mainly C.

But hey, that's just me.

In other news, actually, I don't know if it's really "news".. it's more.. old..s....

uh.. anyway

It's Saturday and I'm spending yet another night at home.

Actually, this one is different.

See, I actually had plans for once which is really weird, in case you didn't know.

I WAS going to go see a movie with my Elephant buddy. Was.

She lives at least a half hour away, and it's not very often that I see her.

In fact, this might have been the last time I would have seen her for a loooong time since she made Captain of the Freshman Volleyball team and we're starting school soon and all that junk.

But, because there's always a but, that plan didn't work out so well.

Try and guess why.

I'll tell you.

GAS.

Yeah.

Gas.

Now, when most people's cars are out of it, they fill them up. No, not so. That's not how things work around here.

So, because I'm the only loser in the entire household who isn't doing anything, EVER...

I'm sitting here, writing, typing rather, this in the hopes that it'll give me something to think about and I won't be so freaking upset.

So much for that plan.

Sigh, the life of a teenager. I'm starting to understand why some of them are always so angry.

Why they listen to that screamo crap, I still can't answer.

But hey, tomato, tomato.

Uh, well, you know what I mean.

Hm.. I think that's all the energy I want to waste on this. I will know retire to my room where I can vegetate and stew (heh).

Oh, I have to throw in a nerd joke before I leave. It might make me feel a little better.

There are 10 types of people in this world. Those who know binary, and those who don't.

ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahah.

Man, I love myself. Seriously.

And, since I'm the only one that writes in this, and because I'm starting to forget to, say goodbye to the __STG.

It's Over!

(Teen Girl Squad is my reason for breathing)