SILLYSTONERR:

sarcasm, resentment, and girly goodness all wrapped in a low-cal bun.

growing up?
sillystonerr
When I look in the mirror I do not recognize myself =/

WARNING
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HEART: PREPARE TO BE SHATTERED.
When I get hurt it'll be my own damn fault, again.


take it easy on me
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Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more then friends
So take it easy on me, I’m afraid you’re never satisfied
Here we go again, we’re sick like animals we play pretend
You’re just a cannibal and I’m afraid I won’t get out alive
No i won’t sleep tonight

Here we are again,, i feel the chemicals kicking in
its getting heavy and I want run and hide, i want to run and hide
i do it every time you’re killing me now,
and i won’t be denied by you,
the animal inside of you

oh i won’t sleep tonight, i won’t sleep tonight
here we go again (here we go again)

oh oh i want some more
oh oh what are you waiting for
what are you waiting for
say goodbye to my heart tonight
-Neon Trees, Animal



sunshine
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Plan A: Spend all day drunk.


luka
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"Maybe it's because I'm clumsy, I try not to talk to loud.
Maybe it's because I'm crazy, I try not to act too proud.
...You just don't argue anymore."

i want to be alone
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Cath, she stands with a well-intentioned man
But she can't relax with his hand on the small of her back
And as the flashbulbs burst
She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child

Cath, it seems that you live in someone else's dream
In a hand-me-down wedding dress
Where the things that could have been are repressed
But you said your vows, and you closed the door
On so many men who would have loved you more

And soon everybody will ask what became of you
'Cause your heart was dying fast, and you didn't know what to do

The whispers that it won't last roll up and down the pews
But if their hearts were dying that fast,
They'd have done the same as you
And I'd have done the same as you
-Cath, Death Cab For Cutie

I think I've forgotten who I am.
Or maybe I never knew.


Writer's Block: Tolerance 101?
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If you could create/select a new subject that had to be taught in high school, what would it be, and why?


PARENTING 101!
It'd be like Development or Life Span Psychology but focused mostly on strategies to solve the psychological conflicts.

Writer's Block: Pet talk
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If your pet could talk, what is the first thing s/he would say to you?

French fry?

(no subject)
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Ask me anything.
http://www.formspring.me/BLTSANDWICH

The AW(K)WARD OF THE WEEK.
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Just out of questioning- why is it whenever I'm with a cute boy all awkwardness ensues?
I swear when I was born a curse was set upon me- "THOU SHALT HAVE ALL HORRID SITUATIONS OCCUR IN THE PRESENCE OF AN ATTRACTIVE MALE".

Thanks, God.

This time was particularly nice. The madre invites me and cute boy to dinner. Nice. Ron's kid is in town. I've met her a couple times. No biggie.

Cute boy = Ande: inch guaged ears, arm tattoos, 6'6, snake bites... you get the picture
+ in a paticularly amusing shirt i suggested with a giant thumbs up and:

"Everyone has to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer!"

So, since being the stoners we are we already ate, we realize that more smokage is neccasary to consume this delicious meal. So we hot box my car- everyone knows I smoke. Life is good.

We walk in. There is a very old couple on the couch o.0 my eyes are red. This is too much for my brain to process.

Ron: "Have you met my dad?"

Er.... hello practically grandpa?
I tried to go for a far-distance hand shake but for a guy in a wheel chair he sure can pull someone in close for a hug.

G-PA: "You look like you're fifteen =)"
Ande: -feeling like a chi-mo-
Myself: Uhh... hehehe? (The kind of awkward "hehehe" produced when you're blazed, know you're blazed, and know exactly what you smell like)


"May I interject? I'm 19."


Ande: -trying to cover up shirt- (i dug my own grave =/)
Relatives: -reading arm tattoos- WHATS THIS ONE SAY =D? (<-- fake enthusiasm only awkward adults can pull off)
Myself: -wanting to die-

The best part? We had to eat in the kitchen due to lack of seating (THANK GOD, KIDS TABLE FINALLY COMES IN HANDY) which would have worked out perfectly except the fact that our voices rang out in the damn echo-y house... through their little prayer.

Why is prayer so particularly awkward? I never really know what to do >.< I thought skipping out of it would be a blessing (no pun intended).

Luckily my mother was there this time, so she was able to smooth my horror.

And HEY- no cops OR firemen showed up this time =D maybe that's a sign.

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