I'm just really mad right now.
I'm seeing OMD tonight and I'm really excited to see them, as I always am. I was going to see them with Brenna and her mother along with Dad, but then Brenna texted me this morning saying that, and I quote, "hey im not rele feeling omd i dont think im gonna go". Now, had she said this about two months ago, I would have been fine, whatever. I bough these tickets back in March/April, so she had a shit ton of a time to figure out her opinion about them.
Basically, I've discerned that she'd much rather hang out with whom I presume to be Charlie and/or Toni, which whatever, fine. Brenna and I aren't necessarily close, but we can chill. It's going to be really difficult to hold back on blowing up when I see San Cisco with her this Monday with them. I just think it's really rude and uncalled for.
I remember Eric did this the day before Foster the People.
Last Friday I got off work and she picked me up because our parents were hanging out. She picked up Toni and they briefly talked about getting tattoos. I really hope she's not getting one today because I've just come to the conclusion that every tattoo idea that people my age have aren't very good. They just seem really poorly thought out and the design itself ugly on so many standards.
I ranted to Katarina and Katarina was like "wtf". I don't know. I wish Tracy and Jenna were home so I could hang out with real people.
Everyone tells me that my blunt attitude towards people is a terrible thing. Well, guess what. I fucking hate facades and people who hide behind them. You know what? Let me save you the trouble. I'm going to flat out tell you how I feel about you by not talking to you ever again. See how that works?
Think of all the unnecessary drama that was avoided. Whatever.
I got Dishonored the other day. It's really nice, some things are too convenient, but I really like the art style. You can't loot food from the environment, so I just eat everything and for whatever reason, I find that really entertaining. I decided Corvo's favorite food was Jellied Eels or whatever. It comes in a can. I thought it was canned tomatoes but it was actually fish.
There's something immensely calming about the sea. I like that Dunwall is so close to it.
Now that I think about it: I don't know why I would go out of my way to eat canned tomatoes anyway. Let alone jellied eels. How do you turn an eel into jelly anyway?
On another note. Come this Friday, my year of music will be completed. Three songs from every week. I'm debating whether or not I should zip folder and put it up for download, but I'm pretty sure that's piracy. So hence why the idea is still up in the air. I think it's really cool that I kept a tab on everything. Music is really important to me; I'd honestly rather listen to music all day than have to put up with the bullshit that people throw at me.
Oh, I passed my road test last Friday. Only fifteen points marked off. One for my parallel park and one for a shoddy turn.
Back to The Office.
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