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Ookay. Where to start. School's soon. I've probably mentioned that before. But it's finally kicking in.
I really, really, really fucking like The Good Life, Mogwai and Quasi. Fuck it, Earlimart's great as well. Those have been the main bands I've listened to this summer.
I want Ashley and Matt to visit. I can't really stress that enough. I miss them too much.
I'm done with parties. Yes, I've said this before. But I'm done. I hope. And if I do go to a party, no beer, just weed.
I like Veronica Mars a lot. And I'm pissed that Alison was taken off of Project Runway. Vincent should've gone.
I've been trying to occupy myself with pointless things such as stupid livejournal entries and myspace bulletins. It seems to be working okay though.
I feel out of it and have for the past week or so. But I'm getting over it. That's the only thing I can do.
I'm going to a baby shower for my 18-year-old pregnant cousin Saturday. To play paint ball, for my first time ever. That's kind of exciting. Maybe I'll get a bruise and it'll look like a banjo.
My cold isn't completely gone.
I'm done sticking my nose into other people's business. I think I'm going to isolate myself this school year.
And that's all. Two cheers for another semi-depressing livejournal entry.
I really, really, really fucking like The Good Life, Mogwai and Quasi. Fuck it, Earlimart's great as well. Those have been the main bands I've listened to this summer.
I want Ashley and Matt to visit. I can't really stress that enough. I miss them too much.
I'm done with parties. Yes, I've said this before. But I'm done. I hope. And if I do go to a party, no beer, just weed.
I like Veronica Mars a lot. And I'm pissed that Alison was taken off of Project Runway. Vincent should've gone.
I've been trying to occupy myself with pointless things such as stupid livejournal entries and myspace bulletins. It seems to be working okay though.
I feel out of it and have for the past week or so. But I'm getting over it. That's the only thing I can do.
I'm going to a baby shower for my 18-year-old pregnant cousin Saturday. To play paint ball, for my first time ever. That's kind of exciting. Maybe I'll get a bruise and it'll look like a banjo.
My cold isn't completely gone.
I'm done sticking my nose into other people's business. I think I'm going to isolate myself this school year.
And that's all. Two cheers for another semi-depressing livejournal entry.