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haven't wrote in this thing for a while...
whoops.
so i've been at FTC for about 4 weeks now. i like it, but i feel like i've regressed back to high school. this place is so small. we've got about 200 kids who actually live on campus, so everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows everyone's business. fun fun. as much i do like it here, it is a bit boring. i found myself smoking a half a pack a day, and falling in love with alcohol all over again. haha. everyone's always so bored, so in turn... everyone is usually stoned.
last sunday i got my lip pierced... probably not one of my greatest ideas, but what's done is done. i planned on not going home until thanksgiving, but apparently my parents do love me (haha) and can't not see me for long periods of time no matter how bitchy we are to one another... so... step dad will be here tuesday, and mommy dearest will be here thursday. i talked to her this morning and i kinda think she may know... she told me i was talking like i had marbles in my mouth, and kept saying stuff about either what's in my mouth, and why am i talking weird? how's my mouth? strange...
besides that.... I miss my Trisha. even when far away from each other we talk just about everyday, and still share the same troubles. haha. she needs to be here. i'd have alot less boredom to deal with.
whoops.
so i've been at FTC for about 4 weeks now. i like it, but i feel like i've regressed back to high school. this place is so small. we've got about 200 kids who actually live on campus, so everyone knows everyone, and everyone knows everyone's business. fun fun. as much i do like it here, it is a bit boring. i found myself smoking a half a pack a day, and falling in love with alcohol all over again. haha. everyone's always so bored, so in turn... everyone is usually stoned.
last sunday i got my lip pierced... probably not one of my greatest ideas, but what's done is done. i planned on not going home until thanksgiving, but apparently my parents do love me (haha) and can't not see me for long periods of time no matter how bitchy we are to one another... so... step dad will be here tuesday, and mommy dearest will be here thursday. i talked to her this morning and i kinda think she may know... she told me i was talking like i had marbles in my mouth, and kept saying stuff about either what's in my mouth, and why am i talking weird? how's my mouth? strange...
besides that.... I miss my Trisha. even when far away from each other we talk just about everyday, and still share the same troubles. haha. she needs to be here. i'd have alot less boredom to deal with.