Just Wasting Time
So I haven't really had much time for this thing lately. But I stopped going to school, because who needs it anyway, so now I do sort of have time to write in it, but I suppose I severely lack the motivation.
So do this... Take the first line of the first entry from every month this year and post it.
January: Okay... I haven't updated in a few days, stupid of me, because they were important days.
February: So, fun night with the girlies, we had a fashion show. I'll steal Carley's pictures and put them in webshots.
March: I can avoid packing like nobody's business.
April: And this year will be better than the last.
May: Life is BORING...
June: Don't you hate it when you get sick and you just can't remember what it feels like not to feel like crap?
July: Woooo so much fun. Drinking and car rides and puking and LIFE and waterballoons and hot tubs and fireworks and yes, tai chi.
August: Mmmmm sweaty.
September: Well. So much for getting on top of that updating thing. Really, I don't even know what day it is most of the time anymore, Rob had to remind me at like midnight that I had forgotten our anniversary, which was sort of funny.
October: Yeah, I have been seriously neglecting this thing. But you know, I really don't have much to say.
November: So. I really need this pesky little thing to stop bothering me, but it keeps cropping up at the most absurdly inconvenient times. Like yesterday for instance. And it only gets worse every time. Blah.
December: Soooo I haven't updated this in forever, but I really just don't care anymore.
So yeah. This year has probably been the most pathetic year of my life. I showed everyone just how weak I can be. I spent most of the year in bed sleeping or generally just trying to avoid my life. I still don't know where I want to go with it, but it's most certainly not in this direction.
Next year will be different.
Until then...
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
So do this... Take the first line of the first entry from every month this year and post it.
January: Okay... I haven't updated in a few days, stupid of me, because they were important days.
February: So, fun night with the girlies, we had a fashion show. I'll steal Carley's pictures and put them in webshots.
March: I can avoid packing like nobody's business.
April: And this year will be better than the last.
May: Life is BORING...
June: Don't you hate it when you get sick and you just can't remember what it feels like not to feel like crap?
July: Woooo so much fun. Drinking and car rides and puking and LIFE and waterballoons and hot tubs and fireworks and yes, tai chi.
August: Mmmmm sweaty.
September: Well. So much for getting on top of that updating thing. Really, I don't even know what day it is most of the time anymore, Rob had to remind me at like midnight that I had forgotten our anniversary, which was sort of funny.
October: Yeah, I have been seriously neglecting this thing. But you know, I really don't have much to say.
November: So. I really need this pesky little thing to stop bothering me, but it keeps cropping up at the most absurdly inconvenient times. Like yesterday for instance. And it only gets worse every time. Blah.
December: Soooo I haven't updated this in forever, but I really just don't care anymore.
So yeah. This year has probably been the most pathetic year of my life. I showed everyone just how weak I can be. I spent most of the year in bed sleeping or generally just trying to avoid my life. I still don't know where I want to go with it, but it's most certainly not in this direction.
Next year will be different.
Until then...
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming