Life.Of.Sin

I just realized how pathetic my life is.  Which is saying something, because I always knew my life was pathetic, but I never realized it was quit this pathetic.  Like right now.  I’m in a city and I have nothing better to do than update this blog.  Then tomorrow I go back to town and I have nothing better to do than play pool and update this blog. 

When I’m in the city for the weekend my my stepdad (kinda), my mom, and my sister this is like a tentative schedule:

10:00 AM–Wake up but don’t get up, listen to the music, think of story ideas

11:00 AM–Sit up, watch TV

12:00 PM–Eat (if I’m eating); Discover what day’s schedule is

12:30 PM–Pick clothes/Shower/Do Make-Up/Do Hair

1:30 PM–Leave house for Target

2:00 PM–Leave Targe

2:30 PM–Arrive at mall

2:30 PM to 5:00 PM–Wander mall (Hot Topic, DEB, Claire’s, Photo Booths, Payless, bathrooms); Do not Get Hit On

5:00 PM–Leave mall pissed about the male species

6:00 PM–Eat (if I’m eating); watch TV

6:00 PM to 1:00 AM–Watch TV, eat, take medicine, brush teeth, program CD player, writer

1:00 AM to 2:00 AM–Try to fall asleep

10:00 AM–Get up, repeat process (sometimes we substitute mall with swimming and helping my sister practice volleyball).

And all of this is with my mom, stepdad (kinda), and my little sister (who’s 12).  I lead such a pathetic sucky life it scares me.  I’m 18 for Christ’s sake.  It’s not like I couldn’t stay home for the weekend, but it’s not like I have anything to do there either.  No booze, no sex.  Just the internet, TV, and an array of ‘toys’.  How fun.

It gets old fast, let me tell you.

Well, I’m going to go downstairs and finish the ‘road head’ scene, then watch TV and contemplate how pathetic my life is.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru, aka stupid bitch with the nonexistant pathetic life

Every so often I will repost this post so you read it.  The older posts end up being moved to make room for new posts.  If you go to Categories on the side of this page and click Life.Of.Sin. you’ll get to see all of the old posts and pictures.  Yay!  Thankz!!!

I was talking to my mom in the kitchen while eating oatmeal raisin cookies and drinking milk when I remembered something.  It’s funny.  You know that song from Westside Story that Maria sings . . . ‘I Feel Pretty’?

I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay!

Well, this summer a bunch of guys at Upward Bound (which is like an elective academic summer camp where we live in dorms) ordered pizza and were sitting around singing like idiots.  And this summer all of my best friends were guys: Seth, Blaine, and Derek (my brother).  So they told me what happened.

Someone started to sing ‘I Feel Pretty’.  And half of the guys sang the right verse then about a quarter of them sang:

I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and . . . hey!  Wait a second!

And then the last quarter sang:

I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay . . . Hey!  I’m not fucking gay!

Which just proves my point that guys are so weird.  Like one of my friends is straight but has sucked cock and he sang the whole song.  It’s just weird.  I think guys as a whole are more homophobic than women. 

It’s because they’re brought up to think emotion and physical affection in men is weak and women are taught there’s nothing wrong with it.  Well, if physical affection is weak with one guy . . . imagine two!

Speaking of which, have you heard about the gay cowboy movie with Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhall that’s out?  God, I can’t wait to see those two swap spit!  Yay for gay sex/kissing!

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Malfoy/Black, aka Dru

Okay, I didn’t update yesterday because I got up at noon and we went to the mall and not a single guy hit on me.  But, oh my God, there was this gorgeous guy there.  Beautiful is the only way to describe him.  That, and ‘metro’.  He had ripped jeans, gorgeous hair.  He was thin, dark, pale . . . he was a God.  I followed him out of the mall, but I didn’t say anything.

That’s why I’m making this promise/observation.

Observation: I never see any of these guys again unless they work at a store and that only happened once. 

Promise: Next time I see a guy that’s just fucking gorgeous and is going to haunt my dreams and steps until I find the next one, I’ll tell him.  I mean, what do I have to lose?  My virginity?  Okay, that’s wishful thinking, but still . . .

I promise to tell gorgeous guys at the mall that they’re gorgeous and ‘I just wanted you to know that’.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru