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Apr 17, 2008 22:34

we silly string attacked Barker during calculous.
I went to see Shelby at quizno's after school, ended up going too far and having to take a detour becuase I'm a moron.
got confronted about something i wrote about in my journal. It was completely ridiculous, because it's true.
I'm embracing the guy-mindset and the apathy I long to use in every day life.
didn't laugh nearly as much as I usually do.
loomed half a foot taller than Chelsi in my new boots and had fun with the word loom
getting my hair done tomorrow at 2:30.
second guessing going to dinner with a bunch of people and just going with Zhana and Justine and Andrea. Because I most likely wont be able to see them after this, unless there's a fluke of some sort.
my alergies are making me feel like crap
i don't have school tomorrow which is fantastico
made Corey a livejournal teh_asian. yes, i know
is it possible to not care about something so much you care about it?

Shelby lost all faith in humanity
and i watch Juno with Chelsi and Corey.

i felt like going on about the meaninglessness of my day, rambling on and on until something in my life starts to make sense.
why does my life remind me of calculous? I don't care about it so much, but I have to go through it because people are forcing me to.

epiphany.

I'm staying up until god knows when because I don't care. Because I don't have school, because I suddenly realized why I wanted to run for Prom King.

Because I don't care. About anything. I think if I was still in public school, at Horizon, I would run for prom king. Just to prove that I could, because I didn't care.

I still don't care.

mmm apathy. it's sparkly, gray goodness runs through my veins like blood.

buhlood.

epiphany...

getting paid in quarters sucks. it rocks more than dimes, but you can't fold quarters into paper cranes.

if I made 100 cranes and made a wish. I'd wish to be able to know what it's like to die, and remember it in the morning.

what do would anyone else wish for?

rant, journal

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