We're the New Face of Failure

I'm exhausted. I want to just unplug everyone and make them shut up and leave me alone unless they want to help me.

I got, like,negative three hours of sleep this weekend and I'm so NOT going to do well in school tomorrow and I can't afford to start this quarter off badly and it's too late already 'cause I had too much stuff last weekend too and I got my scripture in one day late and it's freaking 10 points off right off the bat.

Oh, and I'm sick. So I hate everything right now 'cause if I'm sick for the show next week I'm going to seriously hurt someone 'cause I had laryngitis last time and i don't even know how it's spelled. But I hate it.

I hate you.

--Scottie: And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies andall the lovers with no time for me.

Garblefledge.

Pictures will come. But, yes. Garblefledge. I think that may be what I said. Here's how it went down at the concert.

Jack, Scottie's dad, and Scottie arrive.
Scottie and Jack get in line for parephernalia.
Lady counts us and says we are the cut off.
There are only 12 left, she says.
Twelve what? we ask Twelve what?
Wristbands! she says
FOR WHAT? we spaz.
If you preorder, you meet the band after the show! she says
Omg yes! we say.
Scottie calls her daddy and asks if she may preorder even though she already did.
Scottie's dad says okay.
Scottie and Jack purchase preorders and receive black wristbands.
Scottie purchases tshirts.
Concert commences.
Concert closes.
Scottie and Jack go upstairs and wait in line.
Jack gets lithograph signed by band.
Scottie goes up.

Patrick: Hi! How's it going?
Scottie: Gaarb.....*falls over* *is stopped from falling* *mumble*
Patrick: Hahah, awesome.
Scottie: Totally. *begins to inch to the right for Andy to sign parephernalia*
Patrick: Oh, hey, I love your shirt! (Scottie's shirt = bright blue, homemade, said PATRICK. heehee)
Scottie: Ohh, thanks!

Andy signs lithograph.

Joe: Woah! That's a cool Patrick Shirt! And it's a really well made Patrick Shirt!
Scottie: < mumble.>Fleehh< /mumble.>---Thanks!!!
Joe: Yeah!

Pete signs parephernalia without speaking.
Pete is in rotten mood because of friend's death.
Scottie stumbles away in awe.


Scottie has not yet registered that she actually met her freaking idols.
Nor can Scottie believe that her obsession loved the shirt she made in his honor.
Scottie thinks this concert ruled.
Scottie also found a leaked download of their album.
Album that was preordered twice comes out the day after her birthday.


The end.

----Scottie: Garblefledge.

ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche

Who wants to go see Fall Out Boy please?

Oh, and I'd LOVE to tell you about the gangster encounter, but it requires full-on impressions for you to get the full effect. let's just say the word "hoop-dee" (phonetically spelled) was tossed around.


Oh, and yes indeed you will be popular. You're gonna be popular. I'm in love with this song. I can't wait until the eight.

---Scottie: I'll shw you what shoes to wear, how to fix your hair, everything that really counts to be popular. I'll help you be popular.

Would You Rather be A Widow Or A Divorcee?

Make them so jealous.
Make them hate us.

---Scottie: slow down. this night's a perfect shade of dark blue.

You live the life you're given with the storms outside

Ugh. I need somebody to complain to. But I can't complain to anyone 'cause it has to do with everyone. So here. Just so it's not just one person.

Everyone is happy and that's great. I think it's brilliant. Really. But I just feel so out of the loop. Everyone is talking about how much they love their boyfriends and girlfriends and they tell me their problems and want me to help fix them. (Not everyone, just some.)

I'm kind of tired of it. I wouldn't change anything about my friends though 'cause they are finally happy. I just am not included. I mean, you all can say, "Oh, yeah, Scottie, we love you." till you're blue in the face, but it's not the same. Everyone has had somebody that they can run to and talk to, like, no matter what. They have had someone who genuinely cared about them and made them feel special. I'm completely out of the loop on that.

So when I seem antisocial, it's more or less me not wanting to feel like the awkward afterthought anymore. Now I have to get some sleep so I can do well on my English exam, but I just needed to say this for everyone.

I'm not going to not hang out with you guys anymore, but maybe not so much. I'm kind of tired of everybody ripping little pieces out of my heart so they can use them.


---Scottie: I wont let this get me. I will fight. You life the life you're given with the storms outside...sometimes all I do is watch the sky.

We Want A Shrubbery

A what?


A shrubbery.


A what?


A shrubbery.


Oh! Shampoo.



I ran out of shampoo. I had to use this stuff that smells good but when you wash it out it smells like glue. Yuck yuck yuck.

Oh god, such tragedy. Such woe.


Hiiieeeeeeyyyuuuppp. hiiieeeyyyuuuppppp! stop that! stop that stop that!



---Scottie: what, the curtains?

They're Little Kittens!

Well, sadly, Cosmo had to go to get tested today for an infection 'cause he's all funny looking and super thin and tumorey and stuff and we get the test results tomorrow. So, we aren't sure yet, but they said he probably has this infection and there is no cure for it, so he will probably have to be put to sleep tomorrow and they have to test Bailey too 'cause it's contaigious. Bailey already has a heart murmur or whatever, so he's sick anyways. So I'm really sad.

Anyways, on the brightside, maybe my parents will change their mind about the no more cats thing and we can get a kitten or something. That would be exciting. It's not going to happen probably, but I want one. So now I'm more sad 'cause I know that will never happen and I'll be stuck with the gross, smelly dogs and holes in the walls that the cats would have used, and it will suck.


---Scottie:Make-up table!