June 30, 2004 ( Read more... )

I think my father felt guilty this evening, he burnt my dinner, which wasn't much really, just a charred pita bread with a dehydrated beef on it. I'm not really sure what it was supposed to be anyway ( Read more... )

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On the way home today I saw an elderly lady on the bus playing with a GameBoy. I loved that ( Read more... )

I'm in. I'm in. They accepted me. I'm going to Alternative next year. I'm so happy. I'm off to do something productive before I burst.

My weekend has been different. Dad and Erik went up to Fernie for "the boy's weekend." Mom and I stayed home. Last night I went with her to her drumming group. It was horrific. I think I may have experienced the final death rattle of this particular group ( Read more... )

Oh, just for the sake of proving my brother wrong, that is, he is under the assumption that all of the students at Alternative are Goths. Of course he's wrong because most of the time he's more prejudice than my grandmother ( Read more... )

I can't remember how I managed to write things before, but lately the most detailed thing I've written is the shopping list. I feel brain dead, but only when I think about it. Actually, thinking about it now, it might just be guilt ( Read more... )

So, I've been putting off writing this, because I'm not sure I want the entire world to hear about this, but also, I know that if I stay quite it's even worse ( Read more... )

I have returned ( Read more... )