Darn ramblings.

So, I went out with Austin.
I'm just going to pretend that's it's NOT 3:30 in the morning right now, because this story is amusing and also centered on me and a cute boy and therefore needs to be told in extremity. So.
Yesterday I was staying up until all hours texting people, as per normal. (Btw, Sonia seems to think that I'm her personal psychologist or something. She has been texting me with very depressing and emo statements for the last several days, and also asking my opinion on the SAME DAMN SUBJECT for about the same duration. Sexy shit, what am I, a problem dump? I have feelings TOO! GOSH! *storms out*) Anyway... where was I? Ah, yes. So I was also texting Austin, because that is always amusing. He asked me what I was doing today (oh, how subtle-not), and when I said probably watching Glee and eating leftover chocolate cake, he said, and I quote, "u should slip some hang with Austin in there =)". So I said sure, and then today he came driving up in his red sports car and picked me up. We went to Gourmet Pizza. He bought mine! Hell yes! Not spending money is something I approve of vastly. After that, we walked around the city for awhile, and then got boba. He bought that for me too. Um, can I say total TURN-ON? There's nothing sexier than a guy who won't make you buy your own food. At any rate, he's actually a pretty interesting person (for a white guy). He actually understood what I said and didn't gawp like a goldfish with head trauma every time I used a word with more than two syllables, which is really a plus (Cough*Justin*cough). He is even not a conservative prick, and doesn't want to go to an Adventist college! And I can even be myself around him (ish), and by that I mean not worrying if I accidentally let fly a few f-bombs or so. And get this! He opened the door for me! OPENED THE FRIGGIN DOOR! Even the car door! I can't believe it! He was very chivalrous! Yet he didn't stare at my boobs or my ass, ask my bra size, suggest a game of truth-or-striptease, make jokes about my personal anatomy or the inferior mental condition of the feminine sex, or ask me what I would do if we happened to be stuck together in a small and very sexually charged room, so I cannot but help feeling that he doesn't like me. Oh well. He texted me tonight saying that he had had fun and thanks and we should go out again (!!!!!!) and also that I was "really damn cute". SHIT! This guy is either the most playing player or he's bored out of his friggin mind! I've NEVER seen a guy be that intelligible before! He only misspelled about 1% of his words! And he is... well, I gotta say it. Even if I am a disgrace to my family name, it must be said. HE IS A DAMN SEXY PIECE OF ASS! There. I have said it. Even if his voice is so low that it's practically impossible to discern over the sound of Down With The Sickness and Rise Against (Oh yes! We like the same music! Except he doesn't listen to a lot of opera... but oh well. No one I've met besides me and Maya does). And he bought me stuff! HE BOUGHT ME STUFF! This is the best date I've ever been on! I barely needed to restrain my sarcasm, because HE WAS DOING IT TOO! (Making sarcastic remarks, that is.) I'm so happy... La la la. ♪ To celebrate, I'm going to sleep until about four tomorrow. Probably because it's about four right now. That could have something to do with it, could it not? Perhaps. Oh dang. I stay up waaaaay too late girlfriend. But then again, Kitty and Zac are up too. What is this, the cohort of insomniacs or something? Probably.
Jade was happy about my newfound loverboy too.
AH HOT SHIT! Don't tell me I'm going to turn into one of those semen spewing psychopaths who never miss a chance to make a plug about their wonderful man! And by never, I mean NEVER. They would advertise his ass at your grandmother's funeral. PLEASE no. Oh yes, Jade is one. She is also dating a fifteen year old. ANd she is eighteen. But it's ok, because they "love" each other. Have I mentioned that he's fifteen? And that they have only met online, have never talked, and have never seen anything more than "real" pictures? And that they have cybersex? ANd that occasionally SHE initiates it? Oh flipping wallaby diapers, she's fucking desperate. I am positive that he is a fifty year old man in actuality. And she tries to lecture me? Seriously! Can you spell hypocrite? She has, it seems, been misspelling her name on all her papers. I hope the professors don't decide to take points off for that.
Nine Inch Nails, man, Nine Inch Nails.
Gotta love them.
Austin does.
SHIT, brain, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Really now. We can't have you sounding like a brain impaired junior high school student (or anyone currently in Jersey Shore for that matter).
Or Sonia.
Honestly, she still likes JTJ! Really ridiculous. I can't believe that she's so serious about him. He's just a normal guy! He wears pants like everybody else! Although if he didn't, I'm not sure that would send him up in her esteem with a noticeable prejudice. She seems to be a modest, not-wanting-in-the-sack-on-the-first-date kind of gal. Isn't there a name for that? Ah yes. SHIPOOPI. You know, for the longest time, I never realized that was from an actual musical. I always thought it was an original from Seth McFarlane and his Cavalcade of Cartoon Comedy, but there you go. Just goes to show how much I know.
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
Turn it inside out
Find nothing but faith in nothing
I would put my tender
Heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous, then I'm through with you....
I sure do have eclectic taste in music. Eve 6? Really? I've gone soft. Maybe I should dig up that old German slaughtering tribe band again? I may have missed their charm the first time. After all, chants about sodomy and necrophilia have a way of creating a negative first impression, but they would probably grow on you if you indulged in them a bit more.
Same with Cannibal Corpse. I may have found his apparent mental instability a bit unnerving at first, but if I really took the time to listen to such deceptively tender love songs such as Hammer Smashed Face and Make Them Suffer, I'm sure I could really learn to see the genius in the process, not to mention the execution.
It's all just a matter of acclimation, really.
Now whomever so reads this in the future will think that I'm a raving sociopath who listens to death metal all day. That is... not true. Not. True. I also listen to nihilistic metal.
But at any rate, I'm not as depraved as those who would wantonly listen to Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana, so I suppose whatever I do is in the clear.
I kind of want to go outside now. Like, go out and ride around the streets like the vampire child that I am. Except it's too cold. That's the only problem.
SHIT.