My step-dad did something unforgivable yesterday, and I'm feeling the affects of it today. Let's start from the beginning; two months ago. He had just put Shakes the Clown on our queue or whatever on Netflix for us to get it in the mail. I was just then becoming DETERMINED to see Cannibal Holocaust. I have a beautiful necklace that is from the movie, but I haven't seen it. Well, Sydney, doesn't that make you a hypocrite? Why yes! It really fucking does. I just longed for that lovely necklace of a dead naked girl covered in blood. Every since that day, I have needed to see that movie. My step-dad said he would send Shakes the Clown back. HE DIDN'T.. that is, until three days ago. I stopped myself from buying this movie for two months, thinking it would be coming soon. Did you know that no places carry it in the stores? They have to order it. That stuff messes with my emotions too much. I get all excited like THEY SAID IT WOULD BE HERE TOMORROW AT THE EARLIEST IT BETTER BE HERE. Then it won't come for another week. Do you know how much that messes with a girl's self-esteem??? Actually it doesn't, but it makes me really sad every time I think about it, which is pretty much as bad as killing my self-esteem. At least that's how i see it. Anyhow, the next movie on the Netflix queue arrived today! I almost cried tears of joy when I saw that Netflix envelope in my mailbox. I ran into my house with it and ripped it open (the right way. One time I ripped it open the wrong way and I was traumatized into thinking it could never be returned now.) only to discover the movie in there was NOT Cannibal Holocaust, it was Prometheus or what the fuck ever that movie is. I never wanted to see that movie in the theatre, and now i ESPECIALLY despise it and will NEVER EVER watch it EVER. My step-dad tells me, "oh yeah I put Prometheus at the top. You put your stuff at the top all the time." He seriously put it at the top yesterday or something like that. He did it on purpose and now i have nothing except myself and what's streaming on Netflix. I started White Chicks with my friend, yes yes i have indeed seen it before what do i look like, and there was a scene about dildos that wasn't there before... I asked all my friends the next day if they remember the dildo scene and none of them do. Is it new? Am I crazy? I mean, I'm probably crazy, but I don't think that's the answer for this question. I watch too many movies.
That takes me to my Christmas list. Pretty sure all my friends want to beat my ass for this, but I want a pink Motorola Razr. The flip phone. It's so fabulous! It fits me so well. I'm fabulous, it's fabulous, it was meant to be, OBVI. I use caps a lot but I like it. The reason I want it, though, is really because I'm tired of this damn iPhone. Everyone who has an iPhone is just on it all the time, myself included. Whether I'm on Instagram or Facebook or group texting four other friends of mine, it's always taking up my time. My friends keep trying to give me reasons to keep it like mapquest or the internet. Tuh. Are you fucking joking? Ask someone around you for some damn directions. I'm trynna live my life, not my cell phone. If you want to get ahold of me, call me. I want to be out making something of myself instead of worrying what's going on in the screen in my pocket. That should mean nothing to me. Also, it really pisses me off when I'm with a bunch of people and most of them are on their phone. It's understandable if you're talking to a parent or something, because I know my mom would beat my ass if I didn't reply to her or answer her calls. But if you're just talking to someone else, I don't understand. You're surrounded by people, talk to them. I'm sure you can find SOMETHING to talk about with someone around you. Oh, you hate everyone around you? That sucks. Go explore. Look at the clouds. THINK OF SOMETHING CLEVER. Make something out of twigs and branches? Twigs and branches make cool shit I'm guessing. But I wouldn't know, I have an iPhone. The moral of the story is; iPhones keep you from doing cool shit like making something out of twigs and branches or finding shapes in clouds.
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