The mailman, for instance. He's been our mailman probably as long as we've lived in this house, and that's my entire life. I used to say hi to him all the time when I was little, asked him questions, talked to him about things children talk to mailmen about. He was parked in front of our house, getting out to put our mail in our mailbox when I ( Read more... )

"You ran?"
"Yeah, I felt like it."

Stop being creepy.

My eyes have begun to tear up at least 6 times in the past hour. But if I just let go and allow myself to start crying, I'll never stop, and I'll never get my homework done. I'm just adding insult to injury, but I can't stop.

I have to wake up in 4 hours to take Luna to the vet. Then I'm getting breakfast/coffee/mango smoothies with Phoebe. I straightened my hair today but then proceeded to put it in a clip all day, so now it's all wiggly and gross. I NEED TO GO TO BED.

This has been a livejournal entry entitled: How Things Are.

'09-'10 school year schedules are up on STI. Fucking August 13th is too fucking close. I think I might want to replace AP Bio with AP Chem. Just hope it can fit. Fuck. I don't know what I'm going to do with my life anymore.

I went to Subway, but they were closed, so I just walked to McDonald's. I got a grilled chicken sandwich, but I still feel disgusting.

Fuck, we need to go grocery shopping.

There's a spot on my glasses that I can't get off, and I'm doing everything right now to keep from chopping off all of my hair.

I love tumblr.

http://ratchelonthegate.tumblr.com/