Ooo baracuda
Schnap. its 6:42 in the friken morning... i've been up since 4, my throat throbbing, ears clogged.... So... im sick. Fun.
Last night was...ok...karaoke isn't my thing. Oh well. Got to hang out with people anyway, and that went ok i 'spose. Realizing more and more that my communication skills are NILL...but thas ok. And i forgot to bring the camera, so, no pics sorry. i'll get em eventually. While i was there i was wishing that i could have someone to just like... touch...not in that sexual way...(although that would be nice) but i mean in the...skin... way... just... the feeling of being touched by someone. And Andrew just wasn't gonna cut it. I dunno if you understand but whatever. So. A few of my friends ended up getting piss drunk. They were all over eachother..and just...drunk! I was so disgusted. Just not my thing ya knw? I had a sip of a dachari, but that was it. And good for me, i didn't smoke.
My whole body aches...I played guitar so much yesterday that my hand keeps cramping, my shoulders and knees are throbbing from PT, and then my throat hurts every time I swallow. I tell ya, this is fun times. God. All I ever do in this thing is complain. I am so lame.
ya know. im tired of BSing. Im tired of using 'code' or saying I miss..... BLANK or i hope that.... BLANK happens. Im tired of BSing. And I apologize ahead of time for being blatantly honest. But ya know what, this is my journal. And you all just happen to be reading it. Im not gonna censor anymore. As big of a lie that is, imma try not to censor. My journal, is my journal. So kill me So, first order of buisness? I miss Marie. There. Done. Said it. And I hope that good things happen when school starts again.
Im going to press update before i regret saying that.
anna dont kill me
~girl
Last night was...ok...karaoke isn't my thing. Oh well. Got to hang out with people anyway, and that went ok i 'spose. Realizing more and more that my communication skills are NILL...but thas ok. And i forgot to bring the camera, so, no pics sorry. i'll get em eventually. While i was there i was wishing that i could have someone to just like... touch...not in that sexual way...(although that would be nice) but i mean in the...skin... way... just... the feeling of being touched by someone. And Andrew just wasn't gonna cut it. I dunno if you understand but whatever. So. A few of my friends ended up getting piss drunk. They were all over eachother..and just...drunk! I was so disgusted. Just not my thing ya knw? I had a sip of a dachari, but that was it. And good for me, i didn't smoke.
My whole body aches...I played guitar so much yesterday that my hand keeps cramping, my shoulders and knees are throbbing from PT, and then my throat hurts every time I swallow. I tell ya, this is fun times. God. All I ever do in this thing is complain. I am so lame.
ya know. im tired of BSing. Im tired of using 'code' or saying I miss..... BLANK or i hope that.... BLANK happens. Im tired of BSing. And I apologize ahead of time for being blatantly honest. But ya know what, this is my journal. And you all just happen to be reading it. Im not gonna censor anymore. As big of a lie that is, imma try not to censor. My journal, is my journal. So kill me So, first order of buisness? I miss Marie. There. Done. Said it. And I hope that good things happen when school starts again.
Im going to press update before i regret saying that.
anna dont kill me
~girl