morgueville,heartland living.

i fucking hate my hair. there you go. welcome to a blog (like millions of others, likewise.) where you hear selfish and obnoxious people like me rant about their lives like it were so important or anyone would fucking care. but still, i'm bored. and i am leading a sad and pathetic life where my only outlet of releasing heavily lined up-ed narcissistic pursuits is a blog like this. ("so go jerk off!") contrary to what some people may think, i am actually really excited about going to the prom. i've never been to one. and it will be my last promenade and all the vague beige memories of srjc's individuals turned vivid ("i swear i have never seen him/her before!"). quite a good way to end a chapter. plus everyone will be wearing nice clothes. polaroid moments. calvin kleins, armanis, geetwothousands and domanchis will be so happy. everyone looking pretty and jovial.

i have yet to buy my prom clothes. so shoot me.
(and happy 18th to chrisapee.)