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Firstly, Franklin and Bash. Oh my god.
I still can't sleep.
Not properly. My parents had some suggestions. I may listen to them.
Today was okay. It wasn't as restful as I was hoping, which was bad. I'll have to rest on Sunday, because I have endless social engagements before that. I'm going to die of interpersonal interaction. This is going to be my gravestone:
I went to my therapist's office and talked about all manner of things. She and I both agree that I need to be more selfish (although that's not the wording that she used, obviously), which is kind of a funny thing for me to aspire to.
Here's the outside of the building. It looks very nice in the sun, and it was a very sunny day, so it looked nice.
Then mum and I went and bought food for her science class and to bring to Suzannah's party tomorrow. I got salt-water taffy for Suzannah. The salt water taffy is delicious for the most part, except for the purple ones which taste a bit like antifreeze. Or Lysol. Definitely not like anything edible.
Stop and Shop always seems to exist outside of time and space. It could be a Stop and Shop in Oklahoma at midnight or in Florida at breakfast time or Washington around noon and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. I like places like that. They're usually a little dingy, but I like the feeling of detachment from the universe. It's weird, but still enjoyable.
After that was the science class. Everyone in the class is between 10 and 14, so I don't usually drop in, but this week they were doing some explosions and having snacks, so I couldn't possibly sit out. Here are the things we did:
My brother pretended to be a fashion model for some kind of drink company. It was unspeakably bad in the best way possible.
Here are the GIFs. I have no words. None.
All my friends are starting blogs now. I DID IT FIRST.
Everything is Stupid Teenager Feelings™. Everything. My friends are teenager feelings and awkwardness and my ex-significant other is teenager feelings and awkwardness and so am I and it's all really stupid things like birthday parties and some people are dating other people and I don't even know, wow.
Ninety-something people are following Fifty Shades of Why now. Oh my god. What am I doing. Oh my god.
It's a little stressful. I'm really afraid of people getting mad at me, even on the internet, and this is exactly the kind of thing that people get mad at other people for.
Oh well. It's probably good for me to get used to that. Then I'll be less afraid in general.
After dinner, dad drove me to The Book Rack so I could buy a birthday present for Suzannah. Presents aren't necessary, but I wanted to get some anyways because then I can give her authors that teenagers don't usually read (although she's going to be 21, she's still a teenager at heart) and spread the wonderful.
I still need to make a card. And eat some of the bread we bought. It's very good bread and I want more of it.
- Jared had a skirt
- and only one sock
- asfdjhsdfhk
- Peter and Jared need to stop looking at each other so ~*~*heterosexually*~*~. Like, seriously. They keep making eye contact with each other and then leaning in a bit like they want to kiss each other and then they don't kiss, augh
- Also every time someone said 'head' Jared smirked
- I agree, the lady cop was very attractive
- Carmen no you don't TELL someone to confront their abuser that's not how it works
- Except then he turned out not to be an abuser?
- God I am so confused
- But the show is BACK and I'm excited about that
- asdfjhdfsj
I still can't sleep.
Not properly. My parents had some suggestions. I may listen to them.
Today was okay. It wasn't as restful as I was hoping, which was bad. I'll have to rest on Sunday, because I have endless social engagements before that. I'm going to die of interpersonal interaction. This is going to be my gravestone:
I went to my therapist's office and talked about all manner of things. She and I both agree that I need to be more selfish (although that's not the wording that she used, obviously), which is kind of a funny thing for me to aspire to.
Here's the outside of the building. It looks very nice in the sun, and it was a very sunny day, so it looked nice.
Then mum and I went and bought food for her science class and to bring to Suzannah's party tomorrow. I got salt-water taffy for Suzannah. The salt water taffy is delicious for the most part, except for the purple ones which taste a bit like antifreeze. Or Lysol. Definitely not like anything edible.
Stop and Shop always seems to exist outside of time and space. It could be a Stop and Shop in Oklahoma at midnight or in Florida at breakfast time or Washington around noon and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. I like places like that. They're usually a little dingy, but I like the feeling of detachment from the universe. It's weird, but still enjoyable.
After that was the science class. Everyone in the class is between 10 and 14, so I don't usually drop in, but this week they were doing some explosions and having snacks, so I couldn't possibly sit out. Here are the things we did:
- Rubbing alcohol rocket: launched with a loud pop and flew 15 feet into the sky
- Diet Coke and Mentos: failed spectacularly
- "Oobleck": Looked horrible, felt rubbery and bizarre.
- Dry ice bubbles: self-explanatory.
- Film canisters with Alka-Seltzer in them: underwhelming.
My brother pretended to be a fashion model for some kind of drink company. It was unspeakably bad in the best way possible.
Here are the GIFs. I have no words. None.
All my friends are starting blogs now. I DID IT FIRST.
Everything is Stupid Teenager Feelings™. Everything. My friends are teenager feelings and awkwardness and my ex-significant other is teenager feelings and awkwardness and so am I and it's all really stupid things like birthday parties and some people are dating other people and I don't even know, wow.
Ninety-something people are following Fifty Shades of Why now. Oh my god. What am I doing. Oh my god.
It's a little stressful. I'm really afraid of people getting mad at me, even on the internet, and this is exactly the kind of thing that people get mad at other people for.
Oh well. It's probably good for me to get used to that. Then I'll be less afraid in general.
After dinner, dad drove me to The Book Rack so I could buy a birthday present for Suzannah. Presents aren't necessary, but I wanted to get some anyways because then I can give her authors that teenagers don't usually read (although she's going to be 21, she's still a teenager at heart) and spread the wonderful.
I still need to make a card. And eat some of the bread we bought. It's very good bread and I want more of it.