won't you kiss me on that midnight street sweep me off my feet singing ain't this life so sweet
time for me to complainnnnnnn and time for you all to listen =]
so let's talk about mary's mixed emotions:
sick: my throat has been killing me for the past few days, and my mom is trying to convince me that i only told her once the other day, and that it's my fault cause i shouldn't have gone into the city today if i felt so sick. plus, i ate so much today but it was at like really random times. so, when i got home i just hung out and i just ate this pasta thing and now i feel like i'm gonna throw up.
accomplished, for lack of a better word: i feel good about today. i had a lot of fun in the city with meg, fran, and christina. we just shopped and ate and walked around but it was really fun. we might make it a monthly thing. that would be awesome. i need something to look forward to.
sore: my feet are killing me, due to all the walking we did, which i just so happened to be doing in chinese slippers. my neck is also killing me, due to... well i don't really know, actually. i wish we didn't have that damn national honors shit tomorrow or else i would go to the chiropractor. yeah, actually the chiropractor would be awesome cause my back hurts, too. ahh fuck this kinda sucks.
sad/lonely: the city, along with the arrival of my period, triggered that lonely feeling in me. i felt so alone today. like my hand was supposed to be holding someone else's, but for some reason the other one just wasn't there. everyone was with someone. there were couples EVERYWHERE. it was like they were put there to make me feel bad. and it pisses me off because christmas does a damn good job at that alone, i don't need 1200 couples doing it, too. it's just like... why am i like the only person who isn't loved back? it makes me so sad.
i think my brain is going to implode from all of the thinking i'm doing. i really don't want to go to school tomorrow. i feel so sick and shit. i basically feel like a steaming pile of cat dung.
comment, bitches. i hate when everyone else gets 28 comments in 2 minutes and it takes me 6 weeks to get 3.
oh and if you've gotten this far. thanks for listening to me bitch and moan.. i hope you still talk to me after this. =]
so let's talk about mary's mixed emotions:
sick: my throat has been killing me for the past few days, and my mom is trying to convince me that i only told her once the other day, and that it's my fault cause i shouldn't have gone into the city today if i felt so sick. plus, i ate so much today but it was at like really random times. so, when i got home i just hung out and i just ate this pasta thing and now i feel like i'm gonna throw up.
accomplished, for lack of a better word: i feel good about today. i had a lot of fun in the city with meg, fran, and christina. we just shopped and ate and walked around but it was really fun. we might make it a monthly thing. that would be awesome. i need something to look forward to.
sore: my feet are killing me, due to all the walking we did, which i just so happened to be doing in chinese slippers. my neck is also killing me, due to... well i don't really know, actually. i wish we didn't have that damn national honors shit tomorrow or else i would go to the chiropractor. yeah, actually the chiropractor would be awesome cause my back hurts, too. ahh fuck this kinda sucks.
sad/lonely: the city, along with the arrival of my period, triggered that lonely feeling in me. i felt so alone today. like my hand was supposed to be holding someone else's, but for some reason the other one just wasn't there. everyone was with someone. there were couples EVERYWHERE. it was like they were put there to make me feel bad. and it pisses me off because christmas does a damn good job at that alone, i don't need 1200 couples doing it, too. it's just like... why am i like the only person who isn't loved back? it makes me so sad.
i think my brain is going to implode from all of the thinking i'm doing. i really don't want to go to school tomorrow. i feel so sick and shit. i basically feel like a steaming pile of cat dung.
comment, bitches. i hate when everyone else gets 28 comments in 2 minutes and it takes me 6 weeks to get 3.
oh and if you've gotten this far. thanks for listening to me bitch and moan.. i hope you still talk to me after this. =]