...she says in a code...
It's been an okay kind of day. I was up super-late last night, downloading Zounds and Icons of Filth stuff and watching Daria, so that made for a good night. I finally get to bed around 5 or so and slept til about 11:30. I woke up, downloaded more music, showered, downloaded even more music, and went to the stepfamily's house for dinner. We sat and played with the dogs and cat and watched TV until around 6. They ate turkey. I ate mashed potatoes and broccoli casserole. Then I came back here and talked to Megan. Now I'm on the computer drinking TheraFlu, which is vile. Uggghhhhh. Gross. Once again, there's no school tomorrow so I can sleep. I would love to get some things done tomorrow, see some people, but I'm not sure how that'll end up working out. I guess all I'm sure of is that I'm going to Divito tomorrow night with Marilyn to keep her company and whatnot.
Other than that, nothing's really happened. I feel a little bit better than I did last night. Still a little insecure, still a little mistrusting, still kind of suspicious, but nothing too major. I think the only thing I haven't tried yet is just staying quiet and letting things take their own path. If it doesn't happen naturally, it won't happen at all. As much as I'd miss the boy if he did decide that I'm not suitable friend material, I know I'll get over it eventually. There's no use in worrying myself about it. I'm not the greatest person, but I do try to be likeable, and I guess I have some friends so I must not be too much of a chump. At least I have that, right? It's cool.
I guess that'll be all for today.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you sons-a-bitches.
Other than that, nothing's really happened. I feel a little bit better than I did last night. Still a little insecure, still a little mistrusting, still kind of suspicious, but nothing too major. I think the only thing I haven't tried yet is just staying quiet and letting things take their own path. If it doesn't happen naturally, it won't happen at all. As much as I'd miss the boy if he did decide that I'm not suitable friend material, I know I'll get over it eventually. There's no use in worrying myself about it. I'm not the greatest person, but I do try to be likeable, and I guess I have some friends so I must not be too much of a chump. At least I have that, right? It's cool.
I guess that'll be all for today.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you sons-a-bitches.