•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mindI FREAKING LOVE TOKIO HOTEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, now that I've chased everyone away, I can type in peace. -slumps back in chair with relief and cracks knuckles before settling in to type-
Currently Listening to: Bring Me To Life- Evanescence.
I've been ******** obsessed with Evanescence ever since I heard a band cover this song when I went out with my friends. I got horribly obsessed with them, because they also covered Poison by Alice Cooper, and they were über kick-a**. I've been in the mood for more goth/punk music recently, so that's all good.
Today, my other friends violated my personal space. -_-
I don't have personal space like most people; it's not around my body. My friends and I are really physically close all the time. Not in a creepy way, but we're always hugging, pulling each other's hair, grabbing each other's hands to drag them off somewhere and the like. It’s not just them, though; I don't have a lot of personal space around strangers either. I'm kind of a touchy-feely person. My personal space is around my house, more specifically my room.
It sounds really random, but I have a few friends that live in my neighborhood that insist on walking into my house if I don't answer the doorbell. Sometimes, I just don't want to hang out. Or I'm busy or whatever. And they ********. Walk. In. sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop
Today I was out with my dad and brother, and my mom was in the basement sewing, and they came over, rang the doorbell a couple times, and then WALKED INTO MY HOUSE to see if I was avoiding them. For God's sake, if I was ignoring them, how would that be okay!? And my mom had to come upstairs to greet them, and they proceeded to eat my poptarts and steal my cat. evil
The worst part is that I've talked to them before about all this, but it's like they don't care at all. I'm gonna chew them out tomorrow, because they should know how much this pisses me off. All of my close friends don't barge in, but these guys... -sigh-.
My room has all sorts of personal s**t everywhere, hardcore yaoi fanfictions I'm writing/reading, dirty clothes on the floor, notebooks filled with private conversations, stuffed animals, that I'd rather other people didn't see all the time. I don't feel comfortable with some of my friends in my room even when I am there, but I feel so violated to think of them coming in when I'm not.
-shakes self-
Meh, just thoughts.
Also recently, I discovered the true nature of good and evil + bought an adorable pair of rainbow striped gloves on sale! heart
To do: WRITE FANFICTION! gonk gonk
Currently listening to: Lithium - Evanessence. -singing along with some conviction-
OMNIA IN 5 DAYS!!!!
Okay, now that I've chased everyone away, I can type in peace. -slumps back in chair with relief and cracks knuckles before settling in to type-
Currently Listening to: Bring Me To Life- Evanescence.
I've been ******** obsessed with Evanescence ever since I heard a band cover this song when I went out with my friends. I got horribly obsessed with them, because they also covered Poison by Alice Cooper, and they were über kick-a**. I've been in the mood for more goth/punk music recently, so that's all good.
Today, my other friends violated my personal space. -_-
I don't have personal space like most people; it's not around my body. My friends and I are really physically close all the time. Not in a creepy way, but we're always hugging, pulling each other's hair, grabbing each other's hands to drag them off somewhere and the like. It’s not just them, though; I don't have a lot of personal space around strangers either. I'm kind of a touchy-feely person. My personal space is around my house, more specifically my room.
It sounds really random, but I have a few friends that live in my neighborhood that insist on walking into my house if I don't answer the doorbell. Sometimes, I just don't want to hang out. Or I'm busy or whatever. And they ********. Walk. In. sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop
Today I was out with my dad and brother, and my mom was in the basement sewing, and they came over, rang the doorbell a couple times, and then WALKED INTO MY HOUSE to see if I was avoiding them. For God's sake, if I was ignoring them, how would that be okay!? And my mom had to come upstairs to greet them, and they proceeded to eat my poptarts and steal my cat. evil
The worst part is that I've talked to them before about all this, but it's like they don't care at all. I'm gonna chew them out tomorrow, because they should know how much this pisses me off. All of my close friends don't barge in, but these guys... -sigh-.
My room has all sorts of personal s**t everywhere, hardcore yaoi fanfictions I'm writing/reading, dirty clothes on the floor, notebooks filled with private conversations, stuffed animals, that I'd rather other people didn't see all the time. I don't feel comfortable with some of my friends in my room even when I am there, but I feel so violated to think of them coming in when I'm not.
-shakes self-
Meh, just thoughts.
Also recently, I discovered the true nature of good and evil + bought an adorable pair of rainbow striped gloves on sale! heart
To do: WRITE FANFICTION! gonk gonk
Currently listening to: Lithium - Evanessence. -singing along with some conviction-
OMNIA IN 5 DAYS!!!!
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind . ¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•
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