I Am So Tired.

This shit is really getting on my last nerve. I'm not allowed to go out with my boyfriend because my mom isn't fucking comfortable with it. I'm not asking for overnight acceptance. I'm asking for to be able to GO OUT WITH MY BOYFRIEND. Is it really too much to ask?

I'm tired of being "restricted." I can only get on the Internet when I'm at my dad's anymore. Mom's telling me she'll let me on if I call Verizon and sort this wifi bullshit out, but I did it last time. So why the FUCK can't she do it? She pays the goddamn bills.

I am so fucking tired and so fucking pissed off. Is it too much to ask... UGHHH. I'm kind of pretty jealous right now because my Pet Lesbian Penguin and two of my other friends - Boyfriend's BFFLs - are over at his house and I'm at my dad's and I'm not allowed at his house and UGHHHH BLOW MY FUCKING LIFE.

I just miss him like crazy. Constantly. I can never see him outside of school. And just. Ugh. Mother dearest needs to CHILL THE FUCK OUT.

I'm really tired of this.

And I'm tired of missing my two favorite blogs :(

((Tia&Mel))

~J*~

One day.

Better.
Today is definitely better.
And things will go as they're supposed to.
One day, there won't be any problems.
:)

~J*~

I Can't Stand This.

I don't blame my mom for not trusting me. But now I'm never going to be able to be alone with my boyfriend. The only way were if my mom were to meet his mom and be sure that his mom was going to be at the house while I was there. And he doesn't want to deal with that. I mean, neither do I, but sometimes you've just got to bite the bullet.

It's not even about sex, you filthy perverts. It's just... wanting to be alone. I just hate this so much. Blah.

~J*~

Wow.

Hi.

I know I've been gone. I've been severely grounded. Long story, and I really don't feel like publicizing it. Suffice it to say my dad now know's I'm a full-blown GAY MALE.

I think he was just unhappy with the fact that I "lied to him" by not telling him sooner. But he doesn't understand that I didn't think I could tell him. It's just not easy, you know?

So yeah.

I've been without the computer for about a month. I got my phone back a week or so ago. This all happened about a month or so ago. So yeah.

That's pretty much all that's happened.

But yes, I'm still alive.

I don't have the patience to catch up with everyone's blogs.

So Same Idea, Different Words and Clever Girl Tia, I'm sorry mostly to you two, because I mainly read only you two.

Except for Nikki. But she never posts.

~J*~

MySpace Sucks

Yeah.
It does.
So does Facebook.
So why do I have Facebook?
And why did I get MySpace back last night?

Months ago, I deleted my MySpace with no intentions of getting it back. Lately, I've had the urge to get MySpace back.
Nikki peer pressure-ized me into getting it back, and so... here it is:

Joey's MySpace

I don't know why I did it. No one uses it. Blech.

Whatevz.

So yeah.

Kay.

~J*~

Let's Steal From A Bestie =D

So one of my best friends,
Nikki, wrote a blog called "Reflecting 2008." The title is pretty self-explanatory. So I thought I'd grand theft blogpost this jaunt and revamp it to make it my own.

Sorry, Nikkster. I had to.

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Reflecting 2008 [[~J*~ edition =D]]

2008 seemed like more than just one year. Now that I'm sitting here, in front of my re-working PC, it seems like a billion mini-years, glued into one year of messiness that I can barely remember. At the beginning of 2008, I was in the second half of my sophomore year. Tenth grade really was not anything exciting. The only "exciting" thing that happened occured at the tail end of 2007, when my ex decided to start talking to me again.

Looking back, so much of that drama was not worth it. So not worth it. I don't even remember half - no - any of it. It was all pointless. If I lost friends, I don't remember them, and that's all well and good, because quite frankly, if they've been out of my life this long, then they can stay out.

At the tail end of sophomore year - actually, it might have been the beginning of summer break - I got in touch with an old friend of mine - for a second time. I would say this was a mistake - everything was about him, and I was sick of it - but it led to one of the best things in my life.

This guy's name was Patrick. I had been friends with him in elementary school. He'd lost both his parents, and was living with his grandmother, who spoiled the hell out of him. Then, all of a sudden, in 5th grade, he stopped showing up at school. No one was living in his grandmother's house.

It took me three years to him on MySpace. His grandmother was in a home and he was living with a foster family. I didn't realized how fucked up he was for a year, and in my freshman year, we stopped talking for a couple months. He Facebook'd me an apology, and I stupidly accepted. We were friends up until that fateful summer after sophomore year.

Patrick introduced me to someone via Facebook who I "might be interested in." As soon as I start talking to this person, Patrick tries to steal him for himself. Now, while I was not interested in this person (at the time, anyway), it still royaly pissed me off, and I finally cut him out of my life.

That was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Up until then, he'd been nothing but an attention whore, and everything had been about him. I was D.O.N.E.

At the beginning of junior year, the person that Patrick had led me to meet via Facebook began to sit in our happy little stairway crew (XD). Dramadramadrama, fightfightfight, then one magical night at a friend's party, and WHA-BAM, insta-amazing-boyfriendness. I mean, I'd liked him before then, but I guess I kinda didn't know it, you know? I dunno, I was stupid. But now I'm uber happy with him :3

XD

That didn't happen until December. So, basically, all of last year - for the most part - was... well... lame? Haha. Here's hoping this year will be infinitely better.

<3

~J*~

Travis McCoy Is A Douche.

Dear Travis McCoy, of Gym Class Heroes:

KATHRYN ELIZABETH HUDSON (PERRY) IS NOT IMMATURE!!!

Look, asshole.

Don't blame the AMAZING GODDESS THAT IS KATY PERRY because you instigated petty fights, and don't you DARE humiliate her by making a rap about breaking up with her?!?!

Have you ever thought that maybe it was YOU that was immature?!? Maybe it was YOUR fault that things ended like that! Maybe YOU were the one who pissed her off! AT LEAST SHE WAS FAITHFUL! AT LEAST SHE WASN'T SOME HARDCORE BITCH TO YOU!

She deserves so much better, you know? She deserves infinetly better than your ugly, sorry, thugish ass. She makes you feel stupid because she can actually speak ENGLISH, and - you said it yourself - your English sounds as if it comes from a garbage can? SHE'S NOT TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL STUPID, YOU JERK! YOU DECIDE TO MAKE YOURSELF LOOK LIKE A DUMBASS, AND NOW YOU REALLLLY HAVE BY FUCKING UP THIS RELATIONSHIP!!

You don't FUCK with Katy Perry! YOU JUST DON'T DO THAT! HER PREACHER FATHER WILL FUCKING SMITE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Hugs'n'kisses,

~J*~

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Now that my Chris Crocker moment is over...

Yeah. Travis McCoy and Katy Perry broke up. I guess Perez Hilton proved himself somewhat useful with this bit of juicy gossip. Even though, you know, I can't stand him. But that's my problem.

Anyway.

Hey, I'm kinda wicked bored. I really want to do something right now, and today is the second to last day of break. I was going to go to the mall with my friend Joey, but he has to watch his little sister, and I don't know how long that's going to take. I've texted him like, three times, but I get IGNORED. Jerk.

Abby's dad isn't letting her go outside because they're "going somewhere," which is probably half-B.S., but it's all good... sorta... I just wanna chill with someone! And I miss Abby like crazy. We just hung out yesterday, but like, it was her, me, and Joey, so it wasn't really just me and her. But no. She can't go out. Grrrrrrr.

And Sam is sick. Yeah. There's some stomach thing going around. And stomach things scare me. I don't like them. At all. They hurt. Yeah. So I kinda don't wanna go out, but I do at the same time. We'll see.

We will see.

Mwahahaha.

So yeah. Maybe mall later? I can hope.

If Joey ever texts me back.

Jerk.

~J*~