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part of me is so sad because i know that college will mean i'm going to have to find new people to know and hopefully but more than likely temporarily like. it's really hard to think about the little sprouts of life people are going to form that i'll never be able to experience with them, or let alone talk about with them. i'm a very socially-driven person, i've come to find, and being around people, while it isn't say as good as watching videos on youtube in nothing but my underwear on a friday night(shut up, it's fun), it's really really enjoyable given the fact that i'm around the right people.
my stomach's being weird lately. it feels like that's all that it can ever be.
my sister wants to set me up with her friend's son for prom. one part of me is saying, " it's as good as it could be", while another part of me is thinking it'll be awkward for the both of us, provided that he's 20, and probably into way different things than i, and the fact that well, duh, i'm too quirky for my own good. or maybe just too much of a meanie sometimes.
my mom's been down my back about everything. every weekend i bake alot because it's a great stress reliever and i like to. it usually doesn't matter anyway because everyone's usually out and around. i was cleaning up the kitchen when my mom got pissy with me because she thought i was taking too long in the kitchen, but she had just walked in the door. apparently, she's psychic now too, because she ventured to guess that i was going to make pancakes this morning, and decided to get up at 7 AM to stink up the house with her breakfast.i was frustrated mostly because i couldn't find anything anywhere that i could make to eat, so the entire day i lived off of oatmeal cookies (which were tasty,btw) and had a serious headache.
i get upset over the dumbest things. i feel like all i come on here to do is blabber.
my stomach's being weird lately. it feels like that's all that it can ever be.
my sister wants to set me up with her friend's son for prom. one part of me is saying, " it's as good as it could be", while another part of me is thinking it'll be awkward for the both of us, provided that he's 20, and probably into way different things than i, and the fact that well, duh, i'm too quirky for my own good. or maybe just too much of a meanie sometimes.
my mom's been down my back about everything. every weekend i bake alot because it's a great stress reliever and i like to. it usually doesn't matter anyway because everyone's usually out and around. i was cleaning up the kitchen when my mom got pissy with me because she thought i was taking too long in the kitchen, but she had just walked in the door. apparently, she's psychic now too, because she ventured to guess that i was going to make pancakes this morning, and decided to get up at 7 AM to stink up the house with her breakfast.i was frustrated mostly because i couldn't find anything anywhere that i could make to eat, so the entire day i lived off of oatmeal cookies (which were tasty,btw) and had a serious headache.
i get upset over the dumbest things. i feel like all i come on here to do is blabber.