And the way I feel tonight, I could die and I wouldn't mind.
It probably was a bad idea to read Dan's journal before updating this.
(As now I'm in a bad mood.)
Yesterday was okay, I guess.
I don't remember much of yesterday, either.
Even with his relatives here, every day really seems to the same, to me.
He let me borrow his Pixies' CD, along with one of Andy's CD players.
I danced a lot in the mirror to the Pixies last night.
I like to dance, and really hate that organ of mine that hurts badly when I dance too hard.
Dan and I argued on the phone last night, again.
It's frustrating that he thinks that I can and would boldly lie to him.
I forget if I told you yesterday, but it was our five month anniversary. Um, yay, right? What a joke.
I got my period last night in my sleep, so I woke up all bloody-legged and such.
I made my Dad listen to the Pixies this morning; he said they were alright, and sounded a little like David Bowie.
I'm listening to them now.
On the way here, Van Halen was on both the bear and 98.3. So I changed it to the oldies station and my Dad death glared and changed it to like, 97.1, which turned out okay because they played Real World by Matchbox Twenty and Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls.
I love both of those bands, but haven't listened to them in a long time.
I saw Jason walking down fourth street, which was strange to me, because it's rare to see him outside of his room, as he sits in there and plays video games all day and basically rots.
That's what I'd like to do right now. Rot.
Bye.
(As now I'm in a bad mood.)
Yesterday was okay, I guess.
I don't remember much of yesterday, either.
Even with his relatives here, every day really seems to the same, to me.
He let me borrow his Pixies' CD, along with one of Andy's CD players.
I danced a lot in the mirror to the Pixies last night.
I like to dance, and really hate that organ of mine that hurts badly when I dance too hard.
Dan and I argued on the phone last night, again.
It's frustrating that he thinks that I can and would boldly lie to him.
I forget if I told you yesterday, but it was our five month anniversary. Um, yay, right? What a joke.
I got my period last night in my sleep, so I woke up all bloody-legged and such.
I made my Dad listen to the Pixies this morning; he said they were alright, and sounded a little like David Bowie.
I'm listening to them now.
On the way here, Van Halen was on both the bear and 98.3. So I changed it to the oldies station and my Dad death glared and changed it to like, 97.1, which turned out okay because they played Real World by Matchbox Twenty and Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls.
I love both of those bands, but haven't listened to them in a long time.
I saw Jason walking down fourth street, which was strange to me, because it's rare to see him outside of his room, as he sits in there and plays video games all day and basically rots.
That's what I'd like to do right now. Rot.
Bye.