zomg. revival attempt #84535435235345435..
Hm. Wow..I read back to some of my old entries.
I don't feel any different, really.
I doubt I'm going to paste this link on anything, like msn or aim. People will click. People will see. I was browsing aim messages and sooo many people have a journal up. So..why the fuck not. I'll fall into the trend.
I feel ridiculous. I feel out of place. I'm so emo it hurts.
Gotta change. brb.
k. I feel like I'm talking to a wall. A wall. Yes, a net diary. God this is pathetic. But I shall continue. Excuse my fragmented speech, from now on it won't happen.
Well..where should I start? I don't know really..I'm so lost, there's so much I want to put down but I cannot seem to make any sense out of it, really. School sounds good, we'll start with school. Okay, so I'm in exam week right now, I have French and Latin left. I should be studying right now for French. I've got the exam, and then like right after I have my oral thing at around 11:30. So..yes I'll get to study once I'm done this. Latin, I'm worried about but I intend to just..breathe. And make some more grammar notes.
School, done. Onto..friends. A whole bunch of shit happened after St. Donat, there was a little bitching, a little lying, here and there. All in all a typical girl school atmosphere, nothing too big. Besides, everything's okay now and we're all able to leave it behind. Thank god I have good friends who don't hold grudges. It'd be a lot harder, for all of us, if it was that way.
Friends...done. I don't like names being mentioned. So icky. Oh god...I know what topic's coming: Boys. A girl's favourite pasttime. Heh. So yeah, John's dead to me. Infact, let's call him Jello because I don't even know the guy anymore, it seems. He still harasses me on FFR, simply because he's a pigheaded lout who can't get over things -- mainly, me in this case. I COULD rant about his stupidity and my hatred for his guts but I really don't care anymore..it's surprising. Me, of all people, who can hardly stand to not get her way..is letting g-..correction** HAS let go. Heh. Proud, yet? Yeah well..next person..Mike. I care about him, I really do. And I cannot think of a better person who suits me. Not who I obsess (more later..) but who suits me. And I like that, I do. About..obsessing. Obsession = hopelessly liking someone for an extended period of time for something you're not quite sure of..only that you cannot seem to stop it. A series of dreams, uncontrolled, growing more..racy everytime. I can't help it. it's driving me nuts. I wish it would stop. No names. Sorry, I'm not describing the dreams either.
I feel a wreck. I..I don't know. Maybe I should really shut up now. Sound good? Sounds good. I'll write later, most likely. This has taken me half an hour + to write..since I am so easily distracted..
<3,
Bee