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My current status is: all dressed up &no place to go.
This is unfortunate indeed. Oh woe, it has been a weekend of cancellations!
Mark's was suddenly CANCELED tomorrow night.
My attendance to this evenings art gallery opening was also CANCELED. Which is a shame, because I am dressed up to attend it. I suppose I could have gone on my lonesome, but I did that last time and it was kind of boring all by myself. And also depressing.
Today was pretty nice though. I didn't think it was going to be, because last night was not. As a result I didn't get much sleep, because initially I couldn't get to sleep, and then when I did I had really frightful and unpleasant dreams. I don't really think the dreams were a result of anything. Anyways, in my dream, which simply kept repeating itself again and again, I was in this old dilapidating house. But it was very cartoony (think Scooby-doo). The windows were all boarded up and there were cobwebs and the paint was peeling etc. And the house didn't really seem that big, but I couldn't get out of it, and I just kept walking around by myself trying to find a way out. (Also very much like Scooby-doo) No one else was there, except this ghost/monster thing, who was blue and had really long fingers and pointy teeth, and it kept grabbing my arm really tightly, and its fingers were like a bush baby's fingers - really cold and clammy and boney and kind of transparent. It didn't really talk, but it kept shaking me quite violently by the arm. It said "What's wrong?" sneeringly a few times. It was creepy and I slept poorly.
School was good because it was sim and I was producer and it was busy and stressful and it took my mind off of things, and Dennis gave me good marks and James said nice things about my spots in the wrap-up. It put me in a nice mood for the rest of the day. After school Niki and I went to save-on foods and bought lovely flowers and no one molested or talked to me on the busride home.
MY MOM DOES NOT STOP NAGGING.
EVER.
SHE NAGS TO HERSELF.
SHE IS LIKE A MACHINE PROGRAMMED TO NAG.
This is unfortunate indeed. Oh woe, it has been a weekend of cancellations!
Mark's was suddenly CANCELED tomorrow night.
My attendance to this evenings art gallery opening was also CANCELED. Which is a shame, because I am dressed up to attend it. I suppose I could have gone on my lonesome, but I did that last time and it was kind of boring all by myself. And also depressing.
Today was pretty nice though. I didn't think it was going to be, because last night was not. As a result I didn't get much sleep, because initially I couldn't get to sleep, and then when I did I had really frightful and unpleasant dreams. I don't really think the dreams were a result of anything. Anyways, in my dream, which simply kept repeating itself again and again, I was in this old dilapidating house. But it was very cartoony (think Scooby-doo). The windows were all boarded up and there were cobwebs and the paint was peeling etc. And the house didn't really seem that big, but I couldn't get out of it, and I just kept walking around by myself trying to find a way out. (Also very much like Scooby-doo) No one else was there, except this ghost/monster thing, who was blue and had really long fingers and pointy teeth, and it kept grabbing my arm really tightly, and its fingers were like a bush baby's fingers - really cold and clammy and boney and kind of transparent. It didn't really talk, but it kept shaking me quite violently by the arm. It said "What's wrong?" sneeringly a few times. It was creepy and I slept poorly.
School was good because it was sim and I was producer and it was busy and stressful and it took my mind off of things, and Dennis gave me good marks and James said nice things about my spots in the wrap-up. It put me in a nice mood for the rest of the day. After school Niki and I went to save-on foods and bought lovely flowers and no one molested or talked to me on the busride home.
MY MOM DOES NOT STOP NAGGING.
EVER.
SHE NAGS TO HERSELF.
SHE IS LIKE A MACHINE PROGRAMMED TO NAG.