"And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away."

I get so paranoid sometimes. I have these days when everytime I walk away from someone after talking to them, that I think they're talking about me. It makes me so self concious and antsy. Then I begin thinking that everyone is talking about me and that no one is really my friend. It's not the greatest feeling in the world.

"Hey, you know they're all the same."

I can't stand the numerous posers around nowadays. I can't stand how everytime I go in Hot Topic nowadays that there are so many Playboy shirted, too much lip gloss wearing, cleavage showing, high heel wearing, slut a dozen girls swarming there. It seems that all of a sudden every Ashlee Simpson listening girl thinks they're so hardcore punk rockers. Get over it, you're not.

"Yeah, just be yourself. It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else."

Sometimes I feel like my family expects me to be someone else. Then I think, "Who the fuck cares?" I don't.

& if you don't get the theme of this entry, you're dumb.

I have another rant. I can't stand it when people constantly let you down & expect you to put up with that shit. You can only do that shit to a person so much before they catch on & kick your ass to the curb. You just can't do that, because before you know it, no one will want to do anything with you anymore.

Cats - The Musical is cooler than you. It rocked my socks & then some. So, you can be negative & say that you hate cats or whatever. I don't care. It was amazing & the singing would've knocked the toupee [spelling?] off of your head. Mhmmmmmm.

<3 Me.

The SEX God Gerard's birthday is today. So, you fucking whores better be fucking celebrating. & if you're not, I understand. It's because you're just not cool enough to profess your obesession.

   

 

 

 

I have now convinced several people that I am a fucking weirdo. Christina included in that one. But, while she was saying I'm a fucking weirdo, she was eating my delicious cake. So, she needs to shut the fuck up because she is a stupid fucking whore. & I love her anyway. & the twins were eating my cake to. But, that's becuase they're cool. & I guess Christina can be included in the coolness since she wore the cool pins I made [the last 2 pics]. So, whether you think I'm crazy or not. I had fun celebrating his birthday.

& so did Corinna & Laura & Christina. We had fun eating an entire heart shaped cake between us 4. & we also enjoyed flying it at each other & dropping about 1/2 the cake on the ground. [I think the birds thanked us for that]. So, us cool dudettes wore the pins & ate the cake.

BE JEALOUS.

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First, tell me if you can hear the song playing. & then...

The birthday has been lovely. [Thanks to all the lovely people who said 'OMFG Farren, Happy Birthday! I love you & will have your kids because you are that fucking cool!.'] But, we should forget it next year. Then maybe I can stay 17 for about... 30 years? Growing old is just not fun. It's like prolonging death & being awake the whole time. & most likely that makes no sense, but that's okay. I understood myself. I think.

& so for english class we have this extra credit thing where you write a poem & enter it into this contest. & i need the extra credit. & my teacher likes my poems. but, fuck. I tried writing something, & I ended up with 20 nothings. All I have are a bunch of starters to 20 different poems. & that doesn't help. The furthest I got on any one of them is about 6 lines.

I also have a 10k this weekend. I'm going to die. I'm going to collapse & have to be rolled across the bridge. Why oh why must they test us like this?

Fucking Christina. She doesn't need to run. I envy her. I envy her & her broken leg. NO, I don't.

Instead, I will laugh at Josh's endeavor to attend a 'rock' concert. He will be going to 3 Doors Down. & while I do like some of their songs, I feel for him having to be surrounded by old military men & weird adults. Not fun.

& we have to do something, not this coming weekend, but the next. [Corinna, Laura, Christina, & any other takers?].

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P.S.

Tell me they don't look fucking alike. You know it bitches.

my birthday is on april 2nd. that means it's this saturday. that means you should say 'happy birthday farren. OMFG i love you' & what not.

17 is old. it's like... just around the corner is 70. & i'll have gray hair & not be able to walk without a walker & have to wear those ugly granny dresses & remember to clean my false teeth every night.

so sad. i'm getting so old.

& i have something to say. a bitchasscocksuckermotherfuckingpussyshithead fucked with my plexi glass plate drawing. [think silkscreening class] yes. so i fucking worked hard on carving the picture into the plexi glass & some bitch ass mother fucker decided they would have fun carving their own fucking design over my drawing, thus fucking up the entire plate & making it unable for me to make any more prints of it.

if you hate me. tell me. don't fuck with my art bitch. or i'll fuck you up.  got it? good.

on a happier note. i now posess an ipod. an ipod photo. you better recanotice. my ipod has color biyotch. word to your mother.

& my teacher gave me a hanger.

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;;edit-Satan commented on MY page. Did he comment on yours?? NOoo.

Extremely late. But worth the wait. I think?

& now you're wishing you were at the Twin's Birthday Party. But you weren't. & you're a big loser. Eat it fool.

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