Song: {Baby Its Cold Outside by: Ray Charles and Betty Carter}
Moods: Violated, TIRED, WTF, Christmasy
Personally, this is the best version of Baby Its Cold Outside. The best. God! Ray Charles is SUCHA man! My god! If he was alive and not elderly, I would so become his lover stalker. Mmmm.
Violated:
Ah! I was like brain raped today! Guy three from other post! Ah! Perverted leech! Perverted! I walk past him--walked quickly, and I hear him go "Yum." Must I elaborate on how disgusted I feel right now? PRETTY DISGUSTED. Stupid bag of . . . I'm so flustered I can't think of anything witty. I'll just say bag of shit for now.
Tired:
Haha, I fell asleep in English today. My evil teacher killed my favorite subject. She started talking about chocolate eclairs and other random crap. And I'm falling asleep. I'm fighting it, FIGHTING MY LITTLE ASS OFF. But then, at some point, I just thought, "[insert curse word here] it. I'm sleeping." And to make it less noticeable that I was asleep, I put my pencil in my hand and put it up in the air. HAH! It looked like I was writing. But I'm still tired. Tired of her endless yacking.
WTF:
Have any of you read "Lord of the Flies." My god, I swear, they all turn gay. At least, Jack and Ralph do anyway. They SO have the hots for each other. Jack is all taking off his coat and Ralph is checking him out "admiringly". Haha and Jack was all sweaty and his shorts were sticking to him. Ralph is all staring at him. Oh, and they apparently take a bath together and laugh and splash water at each other. xD But Jack goes psycho and like...rapes a pig. And Piggy, the best friggin character in the book, DIES! Stupid Roger threw a boulder at him and Piggy fell off of the cliff ((forty feet)) Aww, I related to Piggy a bit. He suffered from asthma (like me) and nobody wanted to talk to him because he couldn't do anything strenuous (like me) or else he'd go into an asthma attack. God, this book is so crazy!
Christmasy?
I'm going caroling in two weeks. For the first time. Ever. xD UGH, its disgusting, all these houses look like they've been barfed on with flashy Christmas decorations. ALREADY. Its crazy. This is all for Jesus Christ's birthday. Y'know, seriously, not everybody is Christian or Catholic or Mormon or etc... I'm a Buddhist! (gots to teach you peeps about that one day.) This holiday is so wide-spread, that I don't think its about Jesus anymore--its about the presents! Fsho. Haha, and being grateful goes OUT THE WINDOW.
Kay--you happy now? :]
