Long time, no type. Ah well. Thanks to whoever put my journal on their favorites, I'd like to know who you are. Thanks. Well, FINALLY got the ICP cds my friend owes me put on my ipod, now alls I need are The Mreat Malinko and Riddle Box. My fav songs atm are Jake and Jack Jekyll, awesome songs, not much, but if you took the time to read the story behind it, it's pretty cool. Nothin new, might start an icon thing in my poems, because lets face it, I'm addicted to the damn things. My baby girl, Nicketta, died last week incase you haven't noticed. I miss her, she was a good dog. My black lab, Minnie, is being bad because she misses Ketta too. Minnie wont even sleep on my bed anymore, because that's where Nicketta used to sleep.
My parents are so insensitive, the day after Nicketta died they were talking about getting a new dog. They didn't give a damn about her. I left the room after saying I didn't want a new dog, then my dad said that she was his dog, and I turned aorund and said "She was your DOG, she was my BEST FRIEND." he got mad, and yelled at me, and I said back "Who fed her? Who bathed her? Who TREID TO SAVE HER? Who her sleep on the bed? Who invited her in from the cold? Who took her outside everyday to play? Who was there when she died? Whose bed did she die on? All of those answers are ME. She was MY best friend, and MY dog. We're not getting another dog." needless to say, I got into some shit for that.
IN better news, HALF OF THE SCHOOLYEAR GONE! HAHA! I only have this next smester, then next years two semesters to go, then I am DONE! I might be going to Delhi university in NY when I graduate, idk yet : ) I'm gonna miss my friends, but I'll stalk the bitches if we split up.
You know....friends are great. They really are. That's all on that subject. Played pooooool today, kicked Wolfblade's ass! hahahaha! Blah, I'm tired, haven't slept right since Monday morning, I can't stop thinking about stuff, my mind just kicks into over-drive when I try and fall asleep, and I can't get it to stop, and before I know it, the night is over.
7:18, hangin at the library. Idk, think I might be getting over him. Today I talked to him like he was just another friend, but now I can't get stuff outta my head. He says he loves me like a sis, that's like your mom saying, right after your dog died that you can keep it. It hurts, but hopefully I'll get over him. And yes, I bitch, this is a journal, I'm intitled to bitch.
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TheMidnightSun
23:45 Jan 19 2008
kool.....we can post comments now....I thought he was just messin, this kicks ASS! awesommmmmeeeeeeeee!
RIP NICKETTA