Havokian

I feel like coding.
Other than I really don’t. I want to, sure, but I’m far too gone. As in…tired. Because I’m tired.

And I don’t know what I want to make, or why.
So, there goes that idea.

I just finished watching Batman. You know, the original. With Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson.
It’s a good movie. Watch it sometime.
I much prefer the newer ones, though, they’re more…stimulating.

Today was good, I guess.

I texted Cody a while ago.
He hasn’t texted me back.
Oh well. I don’t really care too much,
Nothing I can do about it, right? And if he’s not going to text me ever, but I have to be the one to text him…well what’s the point?
Blah.
I knew stuff was a bad idea, but noooooooo.

Whatever.

If that’s how it’s gonna go that’s how it’s gonna go.

YES, I’m having a bitch moment. Now let me have it in peace.
As in, you know, let me get it out before I take it out on anyone. Good idea, ja?
I sure think so.

Just people…people…who say they want to talk to you, and then don’t make an effort to…obviously don’t want to talk to you.
Know what I mean?
At least that’s how I’ve always taken it.

I think I should go now.
Write in my notebook. I like doing that. Other than I hate the fact that it’s WideRuled paper. I HATE wideruled paper. It’s so…weird. And the lines are too big. And I can’t fit as much on a page, and that’s frustrating.

…my cat has decided to lay on my flipflops.
That’s kinda weird.
Okay, really weird. She’s really stupid and I hate her.

I’m all sunburnt again, too. My face isn’t so bad, but my arms are horribly red. It’s frustrating. And not comfortable. And itchy.
Blargh.

IMMA FIRIN’ MAH LAZERRRRRRRRR.
But I am lazer-less, so I guess I’m not doing that afterall.
Oh well.

I really wanna go to bed, but I don’t really want to at all.

Okay bye.