Old Skool

I forgot how much i love her

Story of My Life

Happens EVERY time.

"Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing
You believed in superstitions
Then maybe you'd see the signs

The Lord knows that this world is cruel
I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool
Learning lovin' somebody don't make them love you

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool

I sang your songs, I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
But putting up with them
Wasn't worth never having you

Maybe you've been through this before
But it's my first time so please ignore
The next few lines cause they're directed at you

I can't always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool

I keep playing your part
But it's not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I've had enough mystery
Keep building it up
Then shooting me down
But I'm already down

Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well, if I was in your position
I'd put down all my ammunition
I'd wonder why'd it taken me so long

But Lord knows that I'm not you
And if I was, I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause waitin' on love aint so easy to do

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool

No, I can't I always be waiting, waiting on you
I can't always be playing, playing your fool"

My wish... it came true!!!

I get to work t'ill 2 am!

Work,

I want to work the night shift at the bowling alley really badly. I always have to leave work when the fun begins (usually around 9 pm), and it REALLY sucks. I see these hot djs walk in and start setting up, cosmic bowling just starts, everyone's drunk and dancing, and i get a tap on the shoulder from the manager reminding me that it's time to clock out. ps Lindsay Lohan is my idol.

Idiot

I feel like I am really unintelligent. I walk the halls of my schools giggling like a fool. Instead of being passionate about politics, I rant about the bitchy girl in history, or the hives I keep getting at school (DONT ASK). I feel especially like a moron when people ask me "what's up" and i say nothing, when in reality EVERYTHING is up. How am I supposed even begin answering that question. Then I go home and I read, but not Kurt Vonnegut or Charles Dickens, or even JD Salinger for fuck's sake. I read Miley Cyrus: An Autobiography. I read "What's the number for 911 again? And 500 other stupid police calls". Gee looks like I found my answer right there.

LOLOLOLOL

Just found these thought it was cute and funny lol