I don't know what the fuck to do. And I'm really sick of thinking about this. I don't know if I should quit marching band or not, and I know it doesn't matter how many people I talk to, they all give me the type of advice that kills me; their support. They support me, and its too good, and I am just at a loss. I decided that I was out for the most ( Read more... )

My God. I have so much to say. Ah, well, first off, Tilly was on Tuesday. I don't know how to sum it up it up simply, so I am a-breakin' it down. (and yes, I will refrain from saying that again.)

The concert was at the Magic Stick, which tickled me. It is right next door to the Majestic, and was just a messy, two-story bowling alley, with dodgy ( Read more... )

I hate when adults act like children ( Read more... )

I went to a family gathering on Saturday. It was my grandpa's brother's 60th wedding anniversary. Which, actually, is quite remarkable. That aside, I actually had some fun. I mean, usually at family things, there is some moment where I feel terribly happy to be related to these people, and glad to see them. But there are so many times I feel alone ( Read more... )

I had a really good day yesterday. I can't pinpoint exactly why this is, the closest I can figure is to say everything about the day, down to the simplest details, seemed to highlight who I feel I truly am. At one point, I found myself sitting with a group of friends, one of which had moved months ago, eating slices of apple and playing phase 10. ( Read more... )

Lizie and I saw the death cab on Wednesday. It was honestly one of the best days I've had all year. Just on timing alone, everything just seemed to flow perfectly from one thing to another. But yes, Thursday was the day my satire group was supposed to present, so on Wednesday we decided we ought to finish filming and editing the brochure. We ( Read more... )

Sometimes I don't like to move things after someone else moved them. I can't really explain why, I think it makes me feel closer to the past. For example, Lauren moved my Charlie Chaplin card to a different shelf on accident, but for some reason I haven't moved it since that day. I guess I still feel like there is some sort of energy, some sort of ( Read more... )

I feel rather distraught. I hate when I get this way, anxious for little reason. I get here for no good reason, and I end up sitting and looking into darkness for minutes before I regain the will to keep going. Today kept reminding me of summer, despite it being unlike summer in every way possible. But my mom was out, school was over, and I was ( Read more... )

Goodness, it is already Sunday. Ah, well. So yes, last Tuesday I went to Superbad with the Max-Neeyati-LizieRogers. It was everything I'd hope it'd be. It wasn't a typical sexyual-teen comedy bit, in fact, there wasn't really much sex, or nudity, or things of the sort. More insinuations and innuendos than anything. But yes, it was just silly. I ( Read more... )

Bah. I just don't know. We were just having a lovely family dinner, and my mother kept attacking everything my father and I said. Which got Abbie a bit perturbed, and so we squabbled a bit. At one point though, I almost cried. I have no idea why. Honestly, I haven't had a good cry in over a year. I've wanted to cry, but you can't force such things ( Read more... )