I’m pretty sure the title says it all. No? Well it differently whispers it all, yeah? A slow, seductive whisper. The kind of whisper only emitted from that greasy specimen of man (or woman, i guess, if you are a guy who's reading this...) who works at QuickTrip and always asks “is that all?” while shifting their eyebrows up and down, clearly proud of their ability to move their face so expertly. Yeah. That’s EXACTLY what my title is all about. Did you get that? Yes, no? Anyway! I am going off topic here.
Have you ever had a band that you absolutely adore and they won’t ever come to your area? Even worse, they will come to the state over but not your state (I don’t know if that’s actually a problem for some of you. For me it is. My parents don’t like me traveling with my friends without an adult, and almost all the adults I know, including them, would completely bring down the whole experience.). This happens to me constantly. EXAMPLE TIME! (<-- Imagine I sang that…because I did. I have a habit of saying ((and sometimes singing)) what I type out load.) A wonderful, and very famous, band named “Muse” is going to be coming close to my area very soon. Close to my area. Just close. They are coming to my state, but it’s a city that’s very far away from where I am, so (of course) I can’t go. This is especially irritating because I was going to take Jade to the concert for her birthday. BANG BANG! That was shot down right away. Another example is the artist “Regina Spektor.” She doesn’t even bother coming near me. Nope. She’s off and away from America. Thanks Regina! Great show, I’m glad you made sure I could see it!! Sarcastic? You bet!
Graveyards, cemeteries, and funeral burials; What do these things have in common (other than being generally splendid.)? I am going to be attending them on Thursday. Oh yes. I think we both know what’s happening here. Quite obviously I am letting you know ahead of time that I will be dead on Thursday. You smart person. Yes, it’s true. Life’s lost its luster (try saying THAT five times fast! I couldn’t do it.) for me. It’s going to be a white tie event and—This is not as funny as I meant it to be, so just forget about that dying thing. I’m going to procrastinate and die later ;) Thursday is the day that you go and mourn the dead or whatever. I don’t recall what the holiday is called at the moment, sorry. But the reason I am bringing up the fact that I will be hanging out in the cemetery is that I will be able to cross off an item on my bucket list: Read a book in a cemetery. Yes! Not only am I going to be chilling with a bunch of dead relatives but I will also be getting a thing on my bucket list done. MULTI-TASKING FTW! I’m just a little sad that Rosie can’t come with me though. Reading in a cemetery is on her list too, but, sadly, she is out of town. I JUST HAVE TO TELL YOU ALL THAT 'CEMETERY DRIVE' BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE JUST CAME ON, WHICH I FIND HILARIOUSLY COINCIDENTAL.
Speaking of Rosie—I miss her. She has no idea how much I love her. (She doesn’t read my blog, so I’m going to get really detailed and sappy right about now. Feel free to skip to the “Comments are better than…” part of my blog. Seriously, this is a major “Dear Diary” moment coming on. You might puke of love and emotions. Turn back now!! You have been warned. ) Rosie has gone to ______ for two weeks, and I now realize just how much I depend on her. She is my survival at parties, she helps me through dinner with my family, she listens to me for hours on end when I have to talk about my life and how wonderful/awful it is, she encourages me in my artwork and stands up for what I have drawn/painted when my parents question it, she keeps my temper in check, she tells me what looks good and what looks bad on me and supports me when I try something new with my look, she lets me shower her with the music I listen to, she stops me from saying things at the wrong times, she takes me on “frapiccino/movie excursions” when we both need to just relax, she lets me come into her room at 3AM and tell her whatever is on my mind, she holds my world together. I miss her so much. It’s really pathetic actually. Ever since she left I have spent nearly every minute of every day in her room, wearing her clothes (mostly just because mine were dirty…), texting her short messages even though I know she can’t text back—that’s how bad I’ve got it. It’s so sad. She left me her laptop, which I am using right now, and I get on it the moment I wake up. Leaving me her laptop was a huge shock, actually. She doesn’t let anyone use her laptop, it’s her most sacred possession, and before she left she said I could use it as much as I wanted but no one else could. I’m not sure if she meant it to be so sweet a gesture, she probably didn’t think about it like that at all, but it means a lot to me. Tonight was the worst night I’ve had so far with missing her and all. I had a really bad day at work today (I’m not going to go into that though because I would want to get really detailed with you and it would end up being really long and, most likely, boring.), and majorly screwed up in my boss’ eyes—personally I think my decision was a good one—and then, after talking with my mom about my day, she told me that he was regretting hiring Casey (my coworker) and I. My mom told me that he wasn’t sure hiring teenagers was a good idea. This made my day all the worse. I got onto Facebook and got onto chat with Jade. She let me complain but halfway through my short version or the story she had to get off. That was it. I needed—correction, need—to talk with Rosie so bad. I seriously began to tear up. Life sucks without her, plain and simple. There is no substantial Rosie substitute in this world. She’s a one-of-a-kind sister and the very reason they came up with the saying “Best friends forever.” She is amazing and I love her. I wish she would come home quickly.
With that embarrassing paragraph typed out, I will be leaving you all now. Thank you for reading :]
COMMENTS ARE BETTER THAN MUSE
Love,
Maria
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