I feel so sick because the news keeps hitting me over and over.
We hung out on Saturday. 
We talked at school the day before.
I don't understand why this happened.
Oh my God.
Scott Anderson, I'm gonna miss you and I love you.

Oh God, Cathy. Oh God.

I'm really nervous about starting tutoring tomorrow. 
I'm so scared the kids won't like me, and that they won't listen to me.
Actually,  I decided I will whisper threats into their ears while they work and then they'll have to listen to me.

Last night was fantastic. I love this year and that everyone hangs out now so it's not really that divided.

I didn't drink much at all, I still have like 7/8 of my 26er, but all of my Fruitopia is gone. DISAPPOINTED! I was drunk for a bit but then didn't want to be one of the people that were grinding with poles, so I stopped. I actually liked the ( Read more... )

I LOVE THIS YEAR!

It's so much better than last year, it's astonishing.

I went to the doctor's, I have a viral infection or something. I reeeally don't care, it's not that bad. I can still go to school and stuff and hang out on weekends but I'm not supposed to share anything with people, mom says. I didn't like sharing to begin with.

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This is so fucking hard.
But I'm serious about it.
Last chance.

Saying goodbye to Paris was gut-wrenching ( Read more... )

This semester's gonna suck.

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I just want to read Brautigan for the rest of my life.
Nothing else.
Just Brautigan.

Ha, I'm the worst.
I just found out yesterday that Paris' surprise party is Tuesday.
However, it's a cocktail party so I'm pumped about that. 
But I forgot to ask where it's being held, so I'm not so pumped about that.

I'm gone to the mall, now. 
It's new and finally open and apparently ridiculously busy.
I hate busy places.