Chapter 3: Don’t Get Yourself In Situations

January 25, 2008
Time: 6:21 PM
Mood: Irritated
User: TrojansNotNeeded

Do you think that someone could possibly watch a movie too many times? I’m a little afraid that I may be slightly over-obsessed with this particular movie. Well actually, it’s like three different movies. You see, I don’t know why but one day this DVD just showed up in my mailbox. I didn’t even order it, I thought it might have been a joke from Taycen but I watched it anyway. Afterwards, it became this “obsession”, though I wouldn’t necessarily call it that. I just love it. The movie is so funny and the relationships between the characters flow so easily. Ugh, speaking of relationships, my mancandy has been annoying me yet again. Yesterday, he actually wanted to go ring shopping. I was like, so I don’t get any say in the fact that I’m almost damn sure that I’m not in love with you?!

But as usual my spine had gone missing, so I said nothing and went along. They say diamonds are a girl’s best friend but honestly, they seem more like sparkly prison bars to me. I mean it’s like a guy’s way of locking you up and throwing away the key. Forever! Forrrrrrr-evvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv-errrrrrrrrr. You hear about men cheating on their wives all the time and I mean, people are like oh what a shame whoopeedoo let’s watch American Idol. But if a woman cheats on her husband, it’s like the entire SWAT team is called down from Special Ops to attach the scarlet A to her chest and make sure that people try and burn her at the stake. Just a little double standard. Personally, I really honestly would have taken being burned at the stake over shopping in Tiffany’s with Addison. The guy is like a woman, only worse, meticulously going over band designs with the salesmen while I tried to look interested in whatever they were going over.

If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even get married. I just think the whole institution is pure crap. I mean my mom left my dad for a married man who left his wife for my mom. Essentially, married people shouldn’t have kids. Because all they do is rip them apart and it screws them up. Just look at my weirdo step-sister, she never talks to anyone but this creepy little girl who wouldn’t even tell me her name the first time we met. Granted, Taycen and Parker have been over here every time we’ve been introduced but I mean how rude is that?! Anyway, it just goes to show the company you keep reflects upon yourself. Except, I’m not a slut like Taycen. But I could be. Anyway, now that I’ve gotten off onto a complete and utter tangent that is irrelevant to my original topic…