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2004-11-15 - 12:37 a.m. - "youre beautiful, but that dont mean shit." tonight i went to a teen people party at the key club. i love when my name is on the guest list as sarah saturday. now all i need are the legal documents and i will have become my alter ego. is that weird? well i love it, regardless. as for famous people sightings, i walked past usher when he was coming in the door. and i saw the guy who created girls gone wild, who fascinates me for some reason. apparently ashlee simpson was there but i didnt see her, which is probably good b/c i might have ended up saying something mean. that kid who hangs out with ashton kutcher and talks shit to famous people was there too. is he like 10? regardless, the entire thing gave me a headache and made me self-conscious -- actually no it made me wish i had worn my fucked up jeans with all the holes and the CRASS and FUCK WHITE SUPREMECY patches, and my hairdye-and-paint-stained "live free or die" shirt, along with my "fuck avril lavigne" homemade tie. wouldve probably made me feel more comfortable. i dyed my hair dark brown and it makes me feel older. i have a lot of shit to do in the next two weeks and i wish i could stay up all night tonight working on it but i need at least 8 hours of sleep to function properly, which sucks. why couldnt humans just need like one hour of sleep every other day or something in order to function properly? do you know how much more we could accomplish if we had all those extra hours? im hungry for popcorn. |