Oh, dear. 19/20 days until October 10th. Until the concert. Until… Rockboy. My mom said yes, could you believe that? I couldn’t. It’s just so wonderful. I can’t wait to see him, touch him, hug him, hold his hand, kiss him, hold him, dance with him, be near him. I. Can’t. Wait. He sang a little song on the phone for me last night: “I get to see my Norie, I get to see my Norie, I get to see my Norie…” =) It’s glorious. And I just can’t wait. Speak of the devil he just called me. I was listening to him in Safeway… that wasn’t so fun, but oh well.
I really hate that in school people think that they’re the only ones in the world, so they just walk right past you, right where you’re going to walk. It pisses me off so much that I just want to stab them in my mind. They’re so fucking inconsiderate, and stop walking right in front of you. Do they not know that there’s a possibility of someone walking behind them? Seems like they don’t. I actually made a poem about it, which I shared with friends today.
Oh, people in the hall
How I hope you trip and fall.
You get in my way
Almost every single day
It makes me mad,
Then makes me sad
That you are way to tall.
♥Norie
×Hates×
Violence. Drugs. Alcohol. Insecurity. Summer. Annoying people.