Molly Mac

Miss Molly Mac's Journal
2002-11-02 18:02:55 (UTC)

ND Game, Being Funny, and My Inner Emo

Every day people amaze me. Really... it's so nice to find
beauty in people that you didn't really expect it from.
Things are not always what they seem. Sometimes cliches
like that get over looked, because you hear them so much.
Then something happens and you can apply it to your own
life and things begin to make sense. That's pretty fucking
rad.
So today in the Notre Dame game. I am way psyched to party
up with the Gonzaga Boys. As the days go by, I am more and
more thankful to have them. I never tire of thier antics,
and I can't stay away. They are all such awesome guys.
They are so smart, and funny and cute and lovable. AWWWW.
I am getting sappy again.
I think I am going to the Asinine show tonight with
Shovelhead Deb. That should be fun. I want to see Joe from
my Philosophy class and Max from CCE go make fools of
themselfs, much like I will be doing Nov 22 and 23 w/
Shovelhead. I think that sometimes you need to make a fool
of yourself to really enjoy life. When people laugh at
you, it puts things in perspective.
My whole life I have been told I was funny. Being funny is
one of those things. It is a gift. It is one of those
things that makes even the most ugly/poor/depressed person
easy and enjoyable to be around. It's one of those things
that people value in friends the most. I would rather
laugh with a good friend than anything. There is nothing
sexier than a guy that can really crack me up. I laugh
easily, granted, but he also has to be able to take what
he dishes out. I can't have a guy who doesn't like to have
his balls busted once in a while (mind out of gutter,
please).
I need to go to a concert. I miss the days I used to take
the blueline to Beachmont and see a punk show at the
Beachmont Y for three bucks. Not much tops that feeling of
knowing you could very well be seeing the next big thing
and really digging the atmosphere. I miss the emno kids in
a pit, crying cause they are so fucking emo. Wait, I hated
that. Emo kids suck. Well, most of them. The kind that
can't enjoy life, and need to be in love to want to
breathe. I don't know about them, they make me nervous.
Being sad is a shitty feeling, not a lifestyle...
Whatever. We all know my inner Emo Kid is poking out
behind my lesbian glasses and NFG sweatshirt. It's crying
to be let out and inflict my permanent frown on the masses.
I need to get dressed now, seeing as I am sitting here in
my wrap around towel (it's purple, 15 bucks at Bed Bath
and Beyond, before I started school).
Go out and love life... and stop reading my diary, Freak!

Toodles, Molly




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