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I hate my life.

Exactly 14 hours and 44 minutes until this over. Goody.

Maybe I'll take up writing in this thing again. Maybe there's something to be said for it. It's kind of sad when you think about back when we all used to write in these. Though honestly, there's not much of a we to speak of, just people I used to be friends with. Or still am. I guess my point was just that it's very much a part of my past and not ( Read more... )

I haven't written anything in this journal for months now. It's funny, because I've had a hell of a lot to say, and actually telling people things has developed an unfortunate tendency to blow up in my face. Plus, I've been doing my stupid whiny little emo bitch thing. Though I think maybe I'm a little bit allowed after the wreck that was last year ( Read more... )

Alright, so I'm at work and very bored, and I've been making a list of all the things I need to do before I go to college (from get socks from my mom's house and deposit my paycheck filling out forms and buying a dictionary). As such I decided to make a list of books I want/need to read, and in order to do start looking up lists of great books. I ( Read more... )

This week I have ( Read more... )

And this is the part where we laugh hysterically. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. HAHAH. HAH. My life is hilarious. Half in a good way and half in an absolutely horrible way. Thus, my brain kind of hurts. Where by kind of I mean really. I'm ridiculously jittery right now. I have to do my Euro project and it's practically impossible to focus on it. Stupid weird ( Read more... )

Bah. For some reason I find it necessary to update this. I have spent the past four days being terrifyingly productive. I have begun cleaning so as to avoid thinking. Cooking too. Somehow I seem to have decided that overhauling everything from my wardrobe to my sleep patterns will make some difference in my life. This is stupid. I know this is ( Read more... )

Going to Chicago in the morning. My mom's been freaking out. Senior ditch day on Thursday. There's chaos surrounding prom. No one really wants to go with the person they're supposed to be going with at this point, or at least that's the impression I get. I'm done with the entire situation. I like the Fray, so I wanna go to see them and drink from a ( Read more... )

I just read thirty pages about hell. And the eternal suffering thereof. If Joyce weren't already dead, I might have to kill him. Seriously ( Read more... )

Next time I get that angry, somebody dunk my head in a bucket of water.
Next time I'm that much of a bitch, someone slap me.

Thank you. New York was interesting, to say the least. Hell is now officically frozen. I'm going to sleep.