Awake, and wanting.
I figured I should probably write something relevant in this besides conceitedly (word?) filling out more surveys about myself. But honestly, and although many will deny, people love to talk, hear, read, etc. about themselves. Why the fascination with one's own self? Who knows. Because really, in the end, I'm still just a boring girl from Little Rock, Arkansas, with no strikingly interesting qualities. Although I'm in love. blah. Many people are in love, I know this, but it's just a nice feeling. god, I'm gross. Tonight I had a huge blow out with my mother and it just sucked because they happen all the time now, and i get all depressed and then take everything out on charlie. And then this lady who wants me to babysit for her keeps telling me different times, and is now conflicting with my other job, and i just want to cry because I want to please everyone, yet it never happens. Heather starts work in the morning at 7am. I wonder if she will make hot dogs, she hates those. I wish I started tomorrow too, but I start next monday. I will call about that. Nothing is interesting in my life. That is probably why no one reads this. However, I think I have made amends with 3 people I formally disliked (and it was a mutual disliking), and that makes me happy. I love talking to chad, he makes me laugh, and he makes me feel dumb, all in one conversation, and i love him for that! I'm sleepy..I think I will pause for a moment...