Yes, I am an asshole. I need a real update.

But until then:

The Letter A:
Are you available?: physically.
What is your age?: seventeen.
What annoys you?: inconsistency, deception, ignorance, etc.

The Letter B:
Do you live in a big house?: nope. i live in an apartment with my sister and her boyfriend right now.
When is your birthday?: august 18th.

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Peanut died last night. I will write later.

Okay, so I'm incredibly delayed in updating this journal. It's been weeks since my fingers lit up this screen. I hate that. I'm going to check out my friends' journals and see what I've missed, but for right now, let's just note this one steady and strange fact ( Read more... )

I spent the day with Liz. I have to say, she's adjusting to the time change well. But I've never before seen her function before eight in the morning, so that was strange to hear. We had lunch in town and just discussed all the weird happenings in and out of the country, town, school, etc. Nine days is a very long time. Or so it would seem.

I'm ( Read more... )

My white toenails are bright against my sheer skin. It's almost shocking. This week, I'm looking forward to dying my hair a shade darker. Yes?

Everyone should be home from Greece soon. I think I have some explaining to do.

I had breakfast in town with Becca this morning. It's always nice to sit down with her, try to pick apart our lives and note ( Read more... )

I didn't find a dress for prom yesterday. I looked for a while, but then lost the will. I like wearing dresses, buying dresses, and looking at dresses, but I hate trying them on. I just don't have the patience. I'll try again this week, I guess.

I went to the movie theater in town yesterday morning with my mother to see "Reign Over Me" but the ( Read more... )

I don't think you have much faith in me. Yes, this is specific. But the target is not likely to ask, so it's rather irrelevant. I think you're quick to assume that I'll be there for you and that maybe I'll never need you quite like you need me. You're ready to accept my sometimes-sadness, my dark transitions into humor, and my constant swings from ( Read more... )

It's been one of the strangest weekends of my entire life. And that is saying quite a lot, especially for me. I just don't understand the opposite sex. Or drugs. Or this life based on technology and how it can let me down. As if it's never your fault. Like this silver bullet of a communication device could silence itself instead. Yes, of course.

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There's a decent chance that I'll be suspended for a day next week. That is, if I don't clear up the fifteen lingering cuts I've been marked for. And they're not all for Math. Actually, about half of them are from those lost two months when I didn't go to Project Adventure. See, it's hatred that makes me miss class, not laziness. I'll probably ask ( Read more... )

I slept for a few hours at Liz's house last night. We just kind of crashed while watching MTV about geniuses or something. I think I'd be terribly pleased if my biggest problem was being rejected by Stanford University, don't you think? Some people should be buried alive. And without any kind of underground oxygen. But anyway, I came home and slept ( Read more... )