An epiphany

Ya know what I realized? I can post any video I want and Taylor wouldn't watch it if it somehow related to Lady Gaga. So that means I can post all sorts of shit and he wouldn't know it was directed at him as long as I title it something to do with the Gaga. I could have all sorts of video secrets and inside jokes and he wouldn't ever know. Not that I have a problem with him hating everything to do with Lady GaGa (I just won't let him see me on Halloween, when the opinion of her will surely change) it just gets crazy after a while.

Yesterday we owned a puppy for a record time of about two hours. We got it, and then mom came home and said we couldn't keep it. I shouldn't make it sound like I'm bummed or surprised. I'm not. I knew right when I saw it ("WTH is that!?) that mom would throw a fit. Senior seems to think we need a dog to keep the yard safe. What yard? This is Bay City, there isn't a house here that can properly raise a dog. Not unless you are blessed with an empty lot by your house or a small dog and a big house. Oh well, pit bulls are bad pets anyhow.

Taylor got pissed yesterday because I was over at his house an our later than normally. I would've been over at about the normal time but I became distracted with the sudden appearance of a canine in the house. An adorable puppy with floppy ears and a little brown spot on her face and she just wobbled up to me and was ADORABLE! We all know how I get with baby animals anyhow. Never mind the fact I'm easily distracted in the first place, but normally I'd been able to just go on my way. Make a sandwich for dinner and leave still hungry. Then Taylor is bummed I don't want to eat dinner at his house. If I'm not a big fan of what they're having I'd rather be awkward at my house then be awkward at his and (not only be hungry still) but have his family make smart ass remarks about how I don't eat enough or how I don't think they make enough to eat. Which isn't true for their case. I was comparing them to my DAD at the time. Whom makes whole steaks for each person present. I'm so tired of people thinking I'm anorexic just because I'm skinny and don't eat in front of them. No, when I got to hang out with friends I eat BEFORE I got hang out with them. It's the polite thing to do unless eating was apart of the scheduled program.

Another thing. I feel kinda bad for John, even though he sorta brings it upon himself. He says he's giving up on girl chasing because it's hopeless. (I still owe him five bucks from losing a bet that a certain girl would say yes...she said no). He's all depressed and taking pills like they're candy. Drinking all the time, etc. I noticed he's become a little bit more "clingy" to me. He spends money on me like it doesn't matter. And sure a few bucks isn't much to care about but when he gets employee of the month and he celebrates (not by getting drunk, although I'm sure he did) by taking me out to dinner at the Great Wall. Well, hot damn I love that place. When John and I hang out we never stop talking, there is always SOMETHING that sparks our attention. We went to Hot Topic and discovered all the new Lady Gaga merchandise. We saw Austin at the mall and he joined us as well. John and him ofcoarse got off well and Austin was telling the clerk at hot topic how he knows these two girls who are just OBSESSED with Twilight and everyone in it and NEVER stop talking about it. John started to laugh and said that that's how he and I were, except with Lady Gaga. The clerk said that they sponser Gaga now and they have all the goods that we could want. Cheaper than online to. I was on amazon.com and got a lady gaga poster for about 4 bucks and the Poker Face Remixes CD for about 1 dollar. So hot damn, this is my jam, keep me partin' to the A.M., ya'll don't understand, makes me throw my hands in the ayre, ay- ayre, ayre, ay- ayre. Sorry, just had to...