Nobody Wants to Hear Freebird Again

On a scale from 1 to angsty, I’m currently at a 30. If you’re confused, let me clarify. I’m currently listening to Avril Lavigne’s “Let Go” album. I think I’ve already headbanged to “Thing’s I’ll Never Say” about ten times. I’ve got the feels. 

How am I doing today? Well, last night I noticed my left eye was sorta red. Figured I just poked myself with my new eyeliner. Woke up this morning in a lot of pain, and my eye looks like it’s been overtaken by the devil. It’s not an infection, I’ve had enough of those to know the difference. So besides resembling Satan and sitting at my laptop with a bottle of Clear Eyes next to me, trying not to count the number of drinks I had between Friday night and last night, I’m just fucking wonderful. Was fun had? Oh yes. 


If you’re really close to me, you already know this. I tend to be pretty consistent (check a previous post with the list of things everyone tends to know about me). I love live music. More specifically, I love a good cover band. What's annoying when you have someone doing covers is the dumb fuck who yells “Freebird” every time as a request. Nobody want’s to hear Freebird, buddy. I, however, will always (and I mean always) ask for some Cranberries. If you’re out listening to live music and you hear some broad yell “CRANBERRIES” from the back of the room, I’m also there. I’m 99% successful at getting Zombie going. This was also the case last night. And the little duo who were playing were so grateful that I had such a good rec.


Following Zombie they played “I Believe In a Thing Called Love” by The Darkness which was v impressive. I had all the feels. 


So anyway, my angst. It’s a lot of coping with RGB and being constantly overwhelmed. I decided ten minutes ago that if you’re still a human who can, and does, go out of your way to be cruel to other humans, you should swallow glass. Just fuck you. 


If that statement rubbed you the wrong way...sounds like the shoe fits. 


*I started writing this on Sunday and then homework happened so I stopped. It’s Wednesday now (I think) and I’m going to pick it back up with a few final thoughts.*


Music mood has swapped over to Simon & Garfunkle. I have loved them since I was probably nine. I’ve previously written about how The Boxer gives me so many feels. 


While doing homework now, and struggling to find the will to live, I am constantly distracted by my hunger (doing a TWENTY hour fast) and the realization that this candle I bought not that long ago doesn’t even smell anymore. I want my nostrils to burn with flavor when I have a candle lit, so this is just a huge disappointment. Besides Yankee (who should be arrested for how much they charge), what the actual fuck brand of candles smells really fucking strong for like a long time. Send me all the stinky candles. It sets a nice mood in my room to counteract the thoughts of suicide while I read hundreds of pages of single-spaced, 12-point font about things I couldn’t care less about. Which probably says a lot about my major but I’d go blonde before switching. 


Got my Halo fitness tracking wristband today. It’s by Amazon and they did an “early release”. It’s much less chunky than the other ones and doesn’t have a distracting little screen. DON’T get me started on my feelings towards tacky watches that have screens *cough* Apple…


ANYWAY. This one does sleep tracking and step counting but it also has a voice analysis that basically tells you what tone of voice you carry throughout your day. I’m expecting the results of constant energy and happiness! Duh. There isn’t even a line on the scale for sarcasm. I don’t particularly need this feature to know that I speak to everyone as though I ran out of patience by the time I turned three. The boys asked if this meant I’d be nicer. AM I NOT NICE?! 


Randomly turned on the tv yesterday and the movie Suicide Squad was playing. Shut your dumb mouth about how much you disliked it because between Jared and Margo, I friggen loved it. Heath is on his own level as far as Joker goes, but I will take Jared Leto as a runner up. He’s very crack-head like anyway? Amirite? 


So the scene is Viola Davis facing the “Enchantress”. Threats are exchanged and then Viola says, “Do Your Worst, Bitch” pretty much knowing she’s about to die. I will spend the rest of my life waiting for the opportunity to respond to someone that way. It was badass. I can only imagine what my Halo will say about my “tone” if I manage to use this phrase but nonetheless it’s my new slogan. I can’t even imagine what sort of trashy circumstances I would need to find myself in for this to be appropriate so it will probably be something that I say to the bag lady at Jewel or the next time I see an Asian trying to parallel park. 


Joel Kinnaman who plays Rick Flag, or the hot army guy who is in love with Cara Delevingne, is like babe status 100. It’s unfortunate that I’m not his type based on the fact that his ex-wife has tattoos all the way up her neck. Also, I just don’t see myself with someone named Joel. I guess I’d make an exception because his face gives me all the feels. 

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