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She'll have fun fun fun til her daddy takes the t-bird away now...

Ah, yes. Beach Boys, how I love you. Nicky and I are having a mini... hmm... dance party? In my room. Yes, a dance party. For us. Featuring Supergrass, The Beach Boys, and whatever else comes on. =.D

I'm taking a break to download more though, and do this... but, yeah.

Yesterday, Nicky and I went to Barnes and Nobles and the music playing was covered and remixed Beach Boys. It was terrible. Nicky and I also went our separate ways at first, as we usually do. 20 minutes later, I passed by him and he says "Great. I get to walk past Potato Chips again." and I was confused so i turned back and asked him and he nodded ahead at this guy and said "He smells like potato chips... so I named him Potato Chips. It's disgusting and he's constantly in my way." and I started laughing so hard... and then it hit me. The smell. I was no longer laughing. I was just blank staring. And Nicky was right. I stayed with Nicky after that and the guy did show up at the ends of all the aisles he walked down. It was creepy. >.>

Also, over the past few days I've had to deal with some of the most pathetic people ever. It's kind of funny but also sad... like, people that have such sad lives that they have to expand into other people's lives just for a few kicks. It's like, really? haha.. Instead of bothering to hate on someone else, just ignore them. It's not hurting you. Only you're making it bother you... and frankly, it's bothering everyone around you. But still, it continues... haha. I try not to laugh because it's not funny.. it's sad. We should feel bad for them, but I find it hard to feel bad for anyone anymore. Everyone wants it too much. Pity and Fame. Those are the goals in life, haha.

I think Wednesday is the chosen day for Battles with Alex. It will be awesome. I called him about it today... he was so down. Like, he was like... idk. But, it was great.

I also answered the phone this morning... and it was my therapist. I was like, great what the hell do you fucking want? And like, he said that since I don't come to see him anymore, he was going to make random calls to my house... to check up on me... and talk to me... I'm like... UGH I HATE YOU DIE IN A CLOUD and he kept asking me if the Paxil was working for me and I was like sure and he kept asking me if I wanted to try a different route, like Zoloft or Celexa or Prozac. I'm like, uhm sure. Give me more drugs. I like them. He finally hung up after like, an hour. I should have our number changed.

But yeah, the music has downloaded and Imma go dance with Nicky because we're cool. =.DD

-Peter