alrighty, kids. i'm thinking this journal will be friends-only from now on. just for safety issues, what with my family's attempt to read it. so, comment, and be added, but otherwise... you can read about my tres exciting life up 'till now, i guess. i'm too lazy to change all the entries to friends-only...

so, a recap on this weekend: being grounded sucks. but if you can get a fairly reasonable sentence, you can make it ten times better. shoot for the internet, the phone, and boyfriends ( Read more... )

man, i wish i could have been anywhere but home tonight. although, home wasn't that bad, don't get me wrong. it was definitely improved. but still, elsewhere would have been better.

old friends = good.
complete strangers = good.
superhero nerds = good.
insane amounts of flattery in one night = paranoid nicole.

so, my mom felt bad, and offered her deadbeat daughter a job at the store. i shall be selling lottery tickets after school four days a week. minimum wage, approximately two hours a day. not that bad, until i get a job far away from my parents. at least now i'll have money...

my mother is crying on the couch because her tv show is too emotional for her, my dad disappeared a couple of hours ago and i really don't blame him, my brother is doing his best impression of an obnoxious person (and by impression i mean... not impression), and i've been sitting at home on a friday doing my geometry homeworkthis sucks. tell them ( Read more... )

oh, look! grounded ( Read more... )

there is no www.jesus.com. i want it.

so, apparently i have horrible luck with alarm clocks. this is twice that i've fallen asleep just before it's supposed to wake me up, and i've slept through it. bah. i ended up getting an okay night's sleep last night, even though i didn't actually pass out until four-thirty or so. and then, when my dad shouted bye to my mom before he went to work ( Read more... )

i'm sorry.

i have to wake up in three and a half hours.

i'm starving.

i don't feel good, i'm thinking too much, and i'm remembering too little.

it's weird, how often i wish i could go back to the time before. but then i wonder, the time before what?