Yep. Should've seen through that one like saran wrap.
But I didn't. So now I've been sitting in this empty dorm for nearly five hours, pretty much just wasting time. I could've been playing video games or doing homework all day, but I haven't felt like doing anything.
Except jamming. But Tony never texted me back. So that never came to either. And getting my hopes up about jamming only to be let down is probably the worst kind of disappointment.
My ex sent me a message today. I wonder how this'll turn out. I'm hoping that she's only talking to me because she needs someone to talk to and not because she wants to get back together.
If only summer would come sooner. But even then, I'm not going to be all that excited. One of my friends is taking a job in Alaska for the summer, so I won't be seeing her. And I pretty much have to get a job if I want to come back to school next semester.
And the only thing more lame than a birthday is a birthday on a friggin' Monday.
I thought about saying "Fuck it!" and celebrating tonight, but I have a quiz in one class, homework in another, and reading for a third class that all has to be done by tomorrow. MLIA.
I'm taking a no Facebook day today as well. Which may or may not have been a good idea. None of the people I talk to at school know when my birthday is, and I'm not gonna be that guy that's like, "Hey, everybody that doesn't care! Today is my birthday! Whoo!" So the only birthday wishes I'll get will probably be on Facebook. And since I'm not going to check that all day, I'll pretty much get none. Birthdays may be lame, but not getting wished Happy Birthday is pretty depressing when you think about it.
And the automated "Ultimate-guitar.com wishes you a happy birthday, archangels666!" doesn't really make me feel too much better, ya know?
That's just what happens when you get older, I guess.
Every year in the week or two leading up to, and then peaking on, my birthday, I feel like I suddenly spiral into a state of awkwardness, absent-mindedness, and unexpressiveness. See? I just had to make up a word right there to describe it because I can't goddamn think straight.
I never understood growing up why everyone else had birthday parties. My birthdays to me were always bad luck. In the rare cases I actually did something for my birthday, I would try to make sure it took place on a different day so that nothing important happened on the day of.
I used to think that my birthdays were just destined to be uneventful, but in the past few years, I've discovered that they aren't just benign, they're downright malevolent. And I honestly can't figure out why.
...It took me about a minute and a half to think of the word "benign."
LOLOLOLOL WACH DIS I CIN MAEK EVRY1 IN TEH PIT ANNNGRRRRRYYYyy!
The trolling has got to stop. It's not even funny anymore. It's literally a game of who can act the dumbest and then convince the most people that they were just pretending.
I can understand in cases where someone in a thread is clearly a moron (or Fassa), but just waltzing into a thread, saying something fulltarded and thinking it's hilarious has absolutely zero comical value.
On a scale of one to hilarious, I would probably rank it somewhere around getting drunk and walking around a graveyard yelling at graves on a Saturday night.
If you really think it's that funny, I recommend you walk around in real life acting like that and let's see how long you last without getting punched in the face or losing every friend you have.
Although considering the fact that you think trolling is hilarious, you probably don't have any friends in real life anyway. 'Cept maybe that one kid who looks like he needs a shower and actually said "Come to the dark side; we have cookies!" out loud. OUT LOUD. In front of real, breathing human beings. AND HE WASN'T EVEN TWELVE. HE'S A COLLEGE STUDENT. HOW THE FUCK DOES A GUY LIKE THAT SURVIVE THAT LONG?