(x-posted on dj ( Read more... )

I had a wicked bad headache last night that carried over to this morning.

I slept until about 9:50 and it was lovely. I got a nice rest.

Once upon a time.....

Someone should send me a nice happy story. I want to reada nice, happy story.

I love the way my typing changes with my mood. Yes, indeed, I have no idea how I can to that analysis. Actually, I do. When I have an angry day, my entries are sloppy and careless. When I am, well, happy, my entries are cleaner. At least, they are typed well.

Just a thought.

I put on my FATA cd with my brothers surround sound stereo. Then my mom came home. Unluckily for me, she absoluty hates the music I listen to, and I was banished to my room for a bit. Honestly. I want to scream at her: I AM SEvENTEEN! ARE YOU GOING TO COME BABYSIT ME IN COLLEGE? I THINK NOT! I can't, though. Oh well. I am sure I will ( Read more... )

God damned parents. This morning sucked because of them ( Read more... )

I'm in a crying mood. My home is the cause of severe mental anguish that I cannot handle. Bitches.

Come be my friend.
I need a hug.

And chocolate icecream.

Or, I want to hear about other people's problems.

So IM me or something, kids.

Oh gawd. I feel absolutly terrible. Ashley and I talked on the phone for like 45 minutes and were both sobbing. I cna't reveal what happened, but yeah. We're so upset.

I'm really just depressed feeling at this point, and don't know what to do.

I am so tired ( Read more... )

The weekend went really well.

Read about it here:

( You're not Rick James, bitch! Get over yourself! )

excited for state, actually.
stomach hurts. I don't know why.

I cried last night at a book. I'm such a dork. It's such a good book, though!

I keep thinking I see flashes of orange at the bottom of my screen, like a conversation. I'm dilirious.

eight fucking hours on a bus. No internet for THREE DAYS. See you later (if I come back alive