You're So Money and You Don't Even Know It

You're So Money and You Don't Even Know It
Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004 // 6:05 am

I went to Brittney's yesterday. The day was good and we went to rent movies. We got Swingers, Stolen Summer and The Graduate. Usually I don't like her renting movies of my time like the Graduate because she won't understand a lot of the things.

Then she said she was going to get The Beatles magazine I have when we saw it in 7-11. Okay but luckily she didn't get it because The Beatles are my band and nothing compares to them. I know I'm being greedy about The Beatles with Brittney but I think she is the kind of person that John Lennon wouldn't want to talk to. She is sort of shallow about music if you ask me. She buys a CD, listens to it, gets sick of it, and gradually does not listen to it anymore.

I probably sound stupid here. I'll share the Beatles if they can prove to me that they listen to good music and I listen to good music. Brittney just criticizes my music and says it all sucks. I hate the Christian music she listens to. Blah, choke me.

I felt like I was detached from reality again today. I was a living, walking, breathing dream that didn't know she was at school living, breathing or walking. I think Michael hates me yet he looks at me a lot but it is so unlikely that someone of his kind would like me.

He is for the drug addict, short skirt kind of girls. He is a skater. He will get over it but he is naive now. I also went to this drug thing today. A selected group got to go see this guy speak about drugs. He was funny and interesting but said nothing about heroin. I wanted to know but I was too afraid to raise my hand.

Nothing matters now.
I'm failing math. It doesn't matter.

It's kind of like the song "It's The End of the World As We Know It" and then Michael Stipe sings, "And I feel fine".

It's me. I'm more laid back these days.

My ears hurt. I hope I'm not allergic to the earrings and have to take them out.

And I wish my name was Lionel Richie so I could say, "I, Lionel Richie bring you the makeout songs of nineteen-eighty blah blah". It's so great.

boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea

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