this is me

forcing myself to be in a good mood.

"just because i'm sorry doesn't mean i didn't enjoy it at the time."

i'm not a huge fan of snow patrol, but i love that line.

i am an unabashed reader of perez hilton, and he informs me that facebook now owns the rights to all of the stuff that i've uploaded on there [like photos that i hope to sell someday]. sonofabitch. i'm pissed enough that i may close my facebook account, although that doesn't seem to matter.

irk. irk. irked.

why you make me uncomfortable:

i am not to be patronized. i am not to be talked down to, or placated. [sidenote: if i desire placation, i'll talk to my mother, my roommate or my best friend] i know that i'm not the most educated, intelligent, attractive or well-traveled person in the world - even in my small group of friends. but do. not. speak to me as if my experiences are just another blip on the generalized radar of life. i don't need to think i'm special constantly. if you're trying to woo someone, treating them that way is a good idea, however.
that metaphor [simile?] sucks. but whatever.
i do not enjoy feeling as if when i talk to you, you're too busy watching my mouth move to hear the words that come out of it.

i am currently full of shame. i downloaded beyonce's "i am...sasha fierce" last night. and i like a kanye west song. what, oh what, is happening to this indie rocker?! oh, and jason mraz. don't even get me started on jason mraz.




is it time for my vacation yet?