Sunday, June 05, 2005

Someone make them go away...

My house has been taken over by people I don't remember opening the door to in the first place. Loud music, using my computer, someone with NO people skills staring at me like I just crawled out from under a rock every time I open my mouth. It's all very un-nerving. Why are these people in my house, my space. It all feels very invassive. It's like my house is an extention of my own personal body. My body ain't a hang out place, why is my house suddenly a hang out for all these strange people. Morgan falls asleep on the floor for like ten minutes, I'm on the phone for like 5 and all of the sudden there are all these new silly songs downloaded on my computer and the strange socialess person walking in the door to spend another evening staring at me like somehow I don't belong in his space, in my own fucking house(I personaly think that his intense fear of girls is turing into comtempt, like Yoda siad, fear is the path to hatred, hatred leads to the dark side). GO AWAY!!! Can't do anything I want to do, can't read(to loud in here), can't do homework (can't concentrate), can't just watch a movie ("they" want to take a break from the movie every 10 minutes for a smoke break while I sit staring at the blank TV screen for 15 minutes, waiting for them to come back), can't contribute to the conversation (cause I actually really don't care, ohh yeah and the staring guy). I don't want people touching my stuff, being in my house, being in my space, near me, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Interlude; weird guy just came in..."What..Are you e-mailing or something???" in such a credulous tone, like why would I be doing that. "NO, I'm blogging, FUCK OFF" Wish I'd said that.
Morgan's useless in situations like this. He can't make them go away, cause he can't stand up for himself. He thinks everyone will hate him for the rest of time if he tells them how he really feels about a situation. It's really weird.
Wishing I was watching Star Wars... (hey, they Dark Side could make all these people go away, damn it, where's Darth Vader when you need him)
Anyway...
Here we go, their back, with their voices, and silly talk...Blahhhhhh.

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