We’re moving. Tomorrow.
To say I’m not ready is an understatement.
ALSO, I need to pack the closet-things. Excuse me. I need to do that.
Before I start running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off even MOAR.

BLARGHPEWPEWPEW IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZER

HEY GUESS WHAT.
Whoever Preston is is an asshole. And a royal bitch. Seriously. He should get with Amanda. They’d be happy together. They could have freakish children.

Also, uhhh, I’m very frustrated with things. Celery thinks I’m bipolar, I’m not bipolar, and he makes me angry about lots of things. I don’t even know why I keep talking to him, he makes me angry more times than not, so what’s the point.

I unfriended Amanda on Facebook. Figure she’s got going on it, over 10 friends, will never know.
Probably won’t.

Also, waiting for the Matthew.
Was texting him, then he has disappeared.
Grrawrl.

Celery only gives that relationship another week. That he’ll leave me for the same reason everyone else left me. So I told him the reasons why everyone else who left did so, and there was nothing in common between them all. So that was a good path to take there, buddy. Got you far, didn’t it.

And Verizon is pissing me off. Because I have a video to see. It said I got one. But it’s not there. And that is very frustrating.
And Matthew is not texting me back, and it’s from him and grrrawrl.

GRRRAWRL.

I have anger issues.
Sometimes.
A lot of the time, I think.

GRRRAWRL.

“Bipolar” girl with a vengeance. Cuz Preston is evil.
I think (still) that Preston is Jacob.
Or Pendel, but why would Pendel go out of his way like that? I don’t think I ever did anything to him, did I? And he died, remember?
So, that leaves random crazy guy, or Jacob.
And since Jacob’s an asshole and Preston wasn’t around when him and I were civil again….

BUSTED YOU FUCK HEAD.

Ha.
I feel better now.

Kinda.

I’D FEEL BETTER IF VERIZON WASN’T LYING TO ME!!!!!
But that’s a different story.

So, uh, I might be a little behind, dontcha think? I think so.
But what the hell has there been to say? NOTHING.
Barely enough for ONE blog, let alone THREE. There’s nothing.
Culinary school dreams, and cooking and that’s it.

People being frustrating as always and for some reason I’m STILL putting up with it.
Why do I let myself be abused like that?

Oh, I know why, because I’m weird that way. Because I have no other friends, so stick with the mean ones.

Seriously, the song “Better Man” could be my anthem most days.
But, oh fucking well, that’s not where I’m going with this.

I don’t really know WHERE I’m going with it, actually, but I already know what I’m calling it.

So let’s just see where we end up, right?

RIGHT?!?!

We’re moving at the end of the month. And I’m not too worried ’bout that. Supposedly, me and my mom will get a bedroom at my aunt’s, which is an improvement over the situations as I first thought it was going to be.
I have to get a job up there. And I can’t be lazy all the time.
I have to DO shit, I have to be somebody.
At least try. For once. In my life.

And I’m not…not…I don’t know.
Sometimes, I think I’m happy. Sometimes, I’m not sure.
Other times, I know I’m not happy, and I feel horrible.
And then other times I feel nothing.

So I guess I’m midlevel somethin’. That sounds reasonable.

There is no happy, there is just black and white, this is how things, and how you respond is how you are.
And I respond in my own way, and that is not happy.

Celery keeps telling me I’m insane.
Fuck that shit.
I’m not.
I’m…different, shore. He says I’ve been different the past few days, and I have been. But not in a bad way. I feel better, sorry if you don’t like it.
I’m talking to people OTHER than you, WOW, AMAZING, and you know what, sometimes, they’re better to talk to than you. Because you’re always so mean about things, it’s always a competition.
ALWAYS.

And we all know how I feel about those people. I hate them.

I’ve debated just getting off the networking sites people can actually find me on.
But I can’t really do that, cuz then I’d lose ….what, connections? With whom?
At least get rid of…people…that aren’t…helpful.
Yeah.
I should.
But I can’t. That’d be damning myself, and we can’t do that…no can’t do that.

Because…whatever reasons I have.
Friends? They’re friends, sure, but not the nicest ones, right?

I lack good friends. Eh, whatever.
I don’t want friends if I have to do that, you know?
If I want to kill them regularly and have to threaten them so much, they’re not really good friends, are they?

Just, whatever.
Wasn’t I supposed to post here to hide things and keep secret things yet get it all out and just have a different…outlook on it all?
Yeahhh…that hasn’t really happened much, has it.
HAS IT.
No, hasn’t.

Not really.

I miss stuff.
People.
Not stuff, people.
And I have the feeling that they’ve left. Not like physically left, but have lost…interest, I guess you could say.
Course they said they haven’t, exactly, but it’s not the same. Doesn’t feel the same at all, now.
Less. Less. And this is NOT a “less is more” type thing.

I could be like that, with them, but that’s not going to happen, is it? It’s not.
And I know that, for some reason, I know it.

And, you know what, I think I hate people.
Not them themselves, but the fact that they kept things up so long, and it was all a lie and it was all so…fake. (Yes, I’m onto a different person than I was just talking about with this, don’t get confused)
It’s…cruel. You knew all along, and still went along with it. And then you go and do what you did, and you be the way you were, and I see that it would have never worked at all, because you’re just mean.
But I hate you, for being so damn bipolar.
So, fuck you.
I’m not whatever it is you say I am, and if you think I am, well whatever, your loss. I don’t want to talk to you anymore anyway, seems all you wanna do is argue anyway.

And I just need…different people. Friends. I need some good ones of those.
But I don’t have anybody to spill to anymore.
Everybody is so busy…and the people that I would normally tell wouldn’t listen anyway.

I told Christina that we were moving, she didn’t seem to care. Amanda said she’s miss me, yeah whatever. Nicole never wrote back.
And that’s that.
Great friends, right?
Amanda is all…weird. Still. I don’t understand her, and I don’t want to. She makes no sense, and I still think she lies a lot.

She said about how she can’t wait to see the look on Carlson’s face when she goes to school in Mapleton next year after he thought he was rid of her.
HAHAHAHA, wasn’t he supposed to move? I’m gonna laugh if he’s gone, finally got out of that place,  and she’s back there.
OH, THAT’D BE PRICELESS.
If he’s not out, I feel for him, to be stuck with her.
I guess I believed his side of the story about them two more than her. She was never…believable. I don’t know. But he said they never did that stuff, and she said they did. And, just, I believe him more. For some reason.
I think I might end up missing that kid. He was funny. And GOD was he annoying. But in a funny way.

Who else, from that hellhole, might I miss. All four years, all four years.
Cody was always funny, in a sick way. But that was his style. And that was his thing.
And who else…has to be someone…

Wow.

Did I really not like those people that much? They weren’t that appealing, I knew that, but come on, there had to be more of them that I liked than that. For serious.
Sure, Kathy, miss her to pieces, but she’s…off wherever with whoever doing whatever.
That bridge has been…rotted. So, that’s out.
And I miss you-know-who, but only for what it was, not him actually.
What it was on the good days, I should say. Not overall, because overall it was an abusive disaster.

But hey, you can’t win ‘em all.
You pick your battles. And you step away from the ones you don’t wanna deal with.
WOW, I tell myself awesome things. Cuz wasn’t that what I was JUST talking about earlier? IT WAS. And here I am, telling myself what I should do.
And watch, me the stupid idiot I am, won’t do shit.

Because I’m just that horrible.
Fuck you for thinkin’ it, cuz we all know you were.
Fuck you, too, for being here and reading this. I’m not sure why, but fuck you. I probably hate you, and probably wouldn’t like you if I knew you.
Unless you’re someone. And if you’re someone, you really shouldn’t hide that anymore.

I’m lacking someone’s.

This song is, well, gorgeous. I like it. PERFECT for headbanging, actually. And it’s just…addicting. Way too damn addicting.

So, this whole Cody date thing is a fiasco.
To say the least.
First, yesterday, but no dice.
Now, today, but maybe not today – his car is STILL getting worked on. If it gets done in less than an hour, he’ll still come tonight. If not, then tomorrow.
Until something else comes up tomorrow.

*SIGH*

I have what I’m wearing, whatever day it is, narrowed down though.
Well, okay, the top part.
Don’t know what pants or anything yet, because they’re still in the dryer.

Yes, I’m weird. And have already decided what I’m going to wear, even though the thing (if it even happens today!!!) isn’t until later. As in…later. Tonight.

And it’s now three.

And I decided like an hour ago.
Ish.
Well, got it narrowed down anyway.

And, other than that, nothing is new.
NOTHING.

Grr. I wish I had a job, so I could get some money eventually.

I really want to go clothes shopping.
But like that’s going to happen.

Well, the job part, maybe, but not the shopping for clothes part.

And now multitasking and I am failing.
So I leave you.
GOODBYE.

Stuck. In. My. Head.
Awesome song by Kings of Leon, though.

Today’s weird. Let’s just put it that way.

Sometimes, I just wanna get naked and be a stripper.
I dunno, it sounds like it’d be fun. Sometimes, anyway. Not all the time, you know.

I kinda wanna start working on Java again, seeing as I haven’t in like a month. But I don’t know what to do with it. Even if I do learn it, there’s no way in hell I’m going to be good enough at it to be able to do anything fantastic or anything. So it’s just learning it to know it to do random stuff.
And what good is that? Not very good at all.
So, uh, I don’t know.

I probably should work on it, though, because I have the book.
And I’m going to be getting another book, too.

And I haven’t played video games lately, either.

Basically, just comic-reading, when I get new ones, and computer stuff.
That’s about it.
And when I say computer stuff that means random internet browsing, wasting hours upon hours doing nothing.

Yeah.
I’m great, I know. I’m ridiculously awesome and talented at time wasting. I’ve perfected it.

Fuck.

I should attempt to be productive sometime. I’m good at it, when I get in the right mindset for it and all. But, gotta get there first.
And gotta actually have something to work on, too.
And very few distractions.

Yeahhhhh….a lot harder than you may think.

Maybe I should play video games.
And then clean my room.
And stay up till the early hours of Saturday morning going through Java from the textbook.

Oh, but it’s so easy to say I’m gonna do all that.
Because we ALL know that I’m not going to. And that’s just how it works.

Fuck me sideways.

Not literally, duh.
It’s a figure of speech, god.

Hey now, it’s a good song, and I’m listening to it right now. And it’s all…techno-y. Fuck yes.

So, um, yeah, I’m back. And have been since Sunday afternoon, but haven’t had anything to share, sorry.
Still don’t.

LIES, THIS PERSON IS A LIAR.
I do lie, really.
Because I have TONS to share, just…you don’t need to know it.

It’s very important. TO ME. But to you…I don’t think it’d be good for you to know.
Yes, it involves someone of the opposite gender.
Yes, I like them.
No, we are not together.
No, you do not know who they are.

SO, basically, that’s all you get to know.

I think.

Oh, screw it.

They are ridiculously awesome and I don’t know.
No, it’s not Cody.
And it’s not John either.
New person, I told you.

Known him longer than Cody, but not as long as John.
We like a lot of the same things, and that’s always a plus. We haven’t talked a whole lot recently, but started talking again. It’s nice.
And…I dunno. I like him a lot. He says he likes me a lot.
So, you know, maybe.

I dunno, though.
Never know.

OKAY, that’s all I can say.
I think.

LIES, I’M LYING AGAIN.

I could say more, I’m sure.
Maybe. Gah, I could. But what’s there to tell you? I dunno.
Just, let’s not go there, mmkay?

I haven’t played video games in a while.
Need to do that.

bye.

Because I’m listening to it, it’s good. And I LURVE to sing it. And I think it has NOTHING to do with the post, but I’m sure I could find a tie-in if I really tried. Lucky for you, I’m too lazy for that.

If I told you I was freaking out, you wouldn’t believe me.
I don’t think I would believe myself, either. I don’t FEEL like I’m freaking out, but I know I’m kinda…tense, that’s for sure.

I just hope there aren’t any mishaps.

Not only is this the airport thing, but Brian’s here and he’s my mom’s boyfriend. He’s okay. Okay, I lie. I don’t like him much, honestly. I dunno. And they never do anything but sit around and watch TV or movies. HOW is that entertaining enough to warrant driving an hour and a half?
I have NO idea.

Especially as an adult. As a kid, as a Jessica, sometimes, you gotta be a lazy SOB. But, I dunno, just I don’t see it.

So, because of this, my house is highjacked. As in I have to be warry when going out of my bedroom, and my mom is no longer mine.

But whatever.

I’m going away for two weeks, remember? Yeah. I’m hoping that it will be good. I don’t see why it wouldn’t – not like it could be any boringer than anything I’ve ever done before.
It’ll probably be like being at my Aunt’s, only less busy. And I’m not saying I don’t like my Aunt’s, because I like it. Just, the same kind of thing – being there and then doing whatever and then eventually coming home, y’know?

Sometimes, I just want to leave. Be like fuck this, and leave.
I don’t know where I’d go, but this living at home thing…I’m not getting anywhere.
And I’m not GOING to get anywhere so long as I stay here. It’s like…just not gonna happen that way – getting anywhere while living here.
I want to go and I want to live and I want to be…away.

I don’t know.
Just, get out, find people, and BE.
And not here.

I love my mom and all, but sometimes…I just wanna rip her throat out. Ja. Like how she drives and texts at the same time. OH that pisses me off. Because she’s not very good at it. And swerves everywhere. And how she is all on her own timeframe. I understand that happens when you’re a human being, but you also have to understand that the world doesn’t stop for you. I think mom’s kinda forgotten that.
It’s nice, though, having mom be on her own, not having to be with dad and all, dealing wtih what dad would say blahblahblah. Like, not like he was repressive or anything (he was a bit, but every marriage-thing is, you know?), but now it’s mom’s rules and hers alone.

And Cody hasn’t texted me since yesterday morning.
I texted him earlier, told him I’d talk to him sometime later, whenever.

Sometimes, I have to fight the urge to text him and be like “I love you.” I have that problem a lot lately. The whole wanting-to-tell-people-I-love-them.
Happens for some people oftener than others, though, and Cody’s at the top of the list.
I really do like him, you know. Haven’t you noticed?

I feel like going mental. Like, headbanging mental like.
Marilyn Manson’s a good sountrack for that, as well. “Target Audience” is an AWESOME song.
Sometimes, you just gotta rock out, you know? Get it out of your system, before it gets any worse. Like…before explosions happen.

CAN YOU SAY MANIA? I can, it’s a five letter word, I’m good with them.
Not too bad, mai-n-ee-ah.
Kinda how you say it.
Ish. Three syllables, I know that much.
You know, the syllable-clapping thing. Learned that in first grade, never lost with that one.

The past few days, I haven’t wanted to make anything of myself. It’s kind of depressing. Just…wanted to be a lazy bum. I know I don’t mean it. Then again, I might mean it.
I’m not sure which one I mean. Do I wanna be this “successful person” or this lazy bum? I don’t really know.
It’s kinda fifty/fifty.
It’s also very frustrating. People could be like “oh what do you wanna do when you grow up” and my honest to god fucking answer is “I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE, STOP ASKIN’ ME DAMMIT!!!”

Nobody’s asked me that in a while, though, so that’s nice.
Well, other than the IM thing the other day, but that’s different I guess.
But still, nobody’s askin’ me. I sure hope they don’t start that up again. Because it’s hella frustrating. Because there’s no answer for ‘em.

I wanna stay home and listen to music and get high.
NO, get a hippy van, then take it out in the desert, like in “Breaking Bad”  (TV show about a meth dealer – basically, anyway. Like “Weeds”, but that’s about pot). So get the hippy van, and go out in the desert, and just listen to music and take acid.
Then, become famous for the next “Alice in Wonderland.”
EPIC. You’ve gotta admit, that’s a good story.
I think it is.

Of course, though, it has to be acid. Or LSD. But that is acid. Or meth. Meth’d be fun, but it’s highly addicting and does that shit to your face (nastly lesionythings, they’re gross). Or cociane. I hear that’s good, too. Or shrooms, though that’s acid.
But something like that, anyway.

Gosh I’m glad I thought of this.
It’d be awesome.
AWEOSME.

Song lyric, this time. From “Target Audience”.

Once upon a time, there was this magical place called middle school. It was magical and hateful and stupid and wrong and happy and scary and huge and crazy and…well, middle school.
Once upon a time, in this very time, there was a boy. His name was Brandon.

You may or may not know the story of Brandon, so I shall tell you.

He was the first boy I ever “loved.” I use quotation marks, because I don’t know if I actually loved him or not. Sure as hell felt like I did. This is also before the horrible mood swings that I have now. Back then, I could like the same person and stuff over a period of time, and wouldn’t get angry or mad or anything with them. Just, the things I liked changed. They were around (the mood swings), but not so bad.

ANYWAY. BACK  TO BRANDON. AND HOW I LOVED HIM.

So, about the end of 6th grade, I start to like him. And then summer, no big deal. I honestly don’t remember that summer very well. No idea who I saw (like, saw with my eyes, I didn’t date anyone then, gosh), no idea where I was or anything like that.
7th grade, still liked him. A lot. It was bad. Really bad.
I thought about him all the time, he was perfect. Tall, dark and handsome. Cliche, but true. He had a nice smile. I never talked to him. Er, take that back, I did a few times. Not by choice, more like random phrases or something, I do not remember, it was weird.
Either way, I fell in love with him. If you can call it that. Whatever you wanna call it, it was there, for a very long time.
I figured out where he lived summer after 7th grade. Two blocks from my house. He had a younger brother (at least) for siblings – found this out cuz they were are the park together. I would go by his house all the time on my bike, hoping to see him, and only did like three times.
8th grade, still loved him. To the point of obsession. In language arts class, we were put in the same group to work on things. We barely worked – the other person in our group didn’t help that either – we all talked about…whatever it was we were talking about. A random girl in the class joined the conversation one day.
She said that him (Brandon) and I would make a cute couple. I wanted to say YES WE WOULD but didn’t.
I introduced him to Nine Inch Nails and Korn (for which I take full pride in).
We talked a bit more, but nothing ever out of class, really.
Later in the year, we talked more, random stuff. We rode the same bus, talked on there a little bit (short bus rides you know). He actually talked to me at Barnes and Noble once, too. I was horrified – I was NOT wearing something that was at ALL attractive. Did an *facepalm* in my head – if I had known what a *facepalm* was back then, that is.
Later in the year, we exchanged music. He burnt me something, I let him borrow a CD.
And then the end of the year, and still nothing.
Oh how I “loved” him.

Then we moved.
As in, me, my mom, and my dad. Up and moved. To the hellhole that is the Mapleton area.
However, I looked him up on MySpace (after a friend of mine told me about it, saying I “had” to get one). We messaged back and forth. Then traded MSN screen names. Instant messaged for a while, even.
I still loved him. Still wanted to be with him.

He had the perfect voice, and the nicest abs (oh if you had seen them – I had once, in P.E., without even meaning to, and it was gorgeous), the greatest smile. Other girls thought he was creepy. He wasn’t. He read Stephen King and he drew weird pictures – but he was good at it. He played basketball too much, but he was like the only white kid doin’ it. I don’t know how good he was, only watched him play a few times. He was tall, and he was very attractive, and he had good taste, and I loved him.

And this is into my freshman year, mind you.

After a while, we stopped talking on instant messenger. I do not know why. I was very sad, I remember that. He just stopped getting on. I attempted to message him on MySpace – no dice.

It took me a while to realize that I lived three hours away, a lifetime at that point, and nothing was ever going to happen.
I was very, very sad. I wore out my Pearl Jam CD because of it – never let a sad person listen to “Black” by Peal Jam unless they’re in the mood to get sadder. I wore out my Shinedown CD as well. Just crying and being sad.
Because there was nothing, and there was going to be nothing, and he was gone, and I’d never talk to him again.

Every once in a while, I remember this, and get sad.
Of course I get sad – I had multiple chances, and never took them.
Every once in a while, I look him up on Facebook, on MySpace. He doesn’t have a Facebook, that I can find. And his MySpaces are pretty much unused.

This may not seem like a bit deal to you, but it parallels current things, and it makes me think back, and it makes me go “wow, I was an idiot.”
I might have had a chance, had I not been so shy. I might have been able to…I don’t know what, but I might have.

I remember, the fall of 8th grade, laying at my Aunt’s house (spending the weekend there) and thinking about him. I wanted to be with him, so badly, so badly. I had the (stupid) thought that if I could just get him in bed with me somehow…could somehow…somehow…get him to do that, and then (cannot believe I’m telling you this) have a kid (yes I wanted children then; yes I wanted them to be born when I was young).
My rationale: if I couldn’t have him, at least have something OF him.

Just…sometimes…time machines could be handy.
AND NO I DON’T MEAN TO GO BACK AND GET HIM TO HAVE SEX WITH ME, GOSH.

It was the song. The NIN one that I told him to listen to, because it was good. He also got me this song on a CD. Well, that was after a misunderstanding, but who’s counting?! I also broke this CD and threw it away. I was angry that nothing would ever be between us, and did that. Now I wish I hadn’t…

HEYYYYYY. I made an epic movie with them LEGO pictures I made like I was going to!
Only five days later than I wanted to!
Not so bad,  ja?
Especially when I didn’t think it was going to get done at all!

So, uh, I’m uploading it to teh facebookz0rz RIGHT NOW.

It might be a while, never added video to Facebook before.

Anyway, it’s epic, and if you see it, well, you won’t think so, but to me it’s epic.

I got some epic pictures in it, though.
It’s disasterously awesome.

But, like I said, you won’t think so.
But I do. So….STFU!!!!

Anyway, other than that, not much new.

Cody’s being an asshole.
That’s not surprising. They’re mainly all assholes.
Either way, Cody is one, and I don’t like that very much, but whatever.

If he doesn’t want to talk to me, he should just say so, instead of not talking to me and having me send him text messages that he won’t reply to.
Because, we all know, I don’t take hints well.

Just…I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.
I like him and all, sure, but he dwells on sex too much.
Not as bad as other people, no, but still, too much. And I’m not really into that.

Amazing, I know, considering my history, but seriously. It’s not my scene. Leastways not right now.
That’s for sure.

So, other than this, just pictures and movies and waiting for text messages.
Oh yeah, Gimp and pictures. So I took pictures of stuff outside this morning, and then learned how to do the whole black-and-white-with-one-thing-colored thing. It’s pretty awesome.
Though it requires lots of erasing, and I did that the hard way for like half of what I was trying to erase, which was a rose what was almost half the picture….so it took about an hour and a half.
But oh well.
It turned out pretty great.

It’s on the facebook.
And the plurk.

Because, you know, it’s the song that I used in the video, and is rather epic, and the timing at the end. The part where it ends in the video is him saying “this is the end” and I cued the beginning to start the actual song part of the song with the first part and yeah it’s great. You should be jealous.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days, nothing to post about I suppose.

Just, normal average everyday stuff. Err, average and everyday for me, that is. Probably not for you, but for me.

I decided that I need to start getting busy with…something. I haven’t quite decided what I want that something to be, but I’m hopfully going to find it here soon.
I have a bunch of things I want to do, but that little guy in my head keeps saying “NO SIT AT THE COMPUTER MORE, YOU CAN DO THAT OTHER STUFF LATER”. It is very frustrating. Because later comes, and I’m still on the computer.

Bah.
That’s what it does to me.

I’ve been hoping to find a stroke of genius for something, but I haven’t yet. It’s kind of disappointing, but I’m hoping there’ll be something here soon.
Yes, that’s just the way it goes.

My permit test is tomorrow.
And I’m not going to my aunt’s after Missouri. Well, not right after anyway.
Which is good. I didn’t wanna do it all in one trip to begin with. I want to see my aunt, yes, but I also want a break. And she’ll still be there after I take a break, whereas I may not still be there if I go without taking a break.
That’s just how it is.

I’m eating tortilla chips as I make this post.
I figure I’ll share a quirk of mine with you.
When eating chips, I go through, find all the ones that are whole (as in not split in half or missing peices or whatever) and set them aside, then eat all the broken ones first, and then have the whole chips for last.
I do not know why, that’s just how I do it.

My bedroom is very very messy. I have movies and the sleeping bag and shoes and books and boxes and everything everywhere. It’s rather nice, honestly, but it also means that I’m ending up in the same places everyday, because there’s nowhere else to go because there’s stuff everywhere else.
That may make no sense to you, and I’d be surprised if you DID understand.
You see, I have a box. And my laptop sits on it. And that’s where my computer “station” is. Things that I use regularly have found themselves surrounding it. The box barely moves. I end up always being around this box. But there’s half the room over there *pointsbehindself* that doesn’t get used. It just has stuff.
So everything back there gets neglected.
Understand now?
I don’t know why it works that way, or even HOW it works that way, but I’m a VERY out-of-sight-out-of-mind person, unless I remember and go “oh yeah there’s _____ over there” and then possibly go get it.

If the “STAY IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTERRRR” monster doesn’t get to me first.

I quite enjoy this song. It is a Nirvana song. And I was singing it earlier. Easily get stuck in my head. Love it.