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I don't know what's wrong with me today. It all started on the way home from school. Maybe it was because Mitch conked me upside the head after I called him squirrel. He probably damaged my brain. Maybe I'll have to get surgery like Lou.
Mitch. What a stupid name.
Anywho, I feel all depressed. And I don't know why, because today wasn't a bad day. Went fairly well. Boring, but ok. I even finished a book, which made me want to get a pen pal for some odd, strange reason. Maybe because they had pen pals in the book. I don't know. But it was a good book.
I haven't talked to anyone more so than usual; I haven't even been on the computer until now. And Megan was supposed to call me and tell me if she could stay the night tomorrow night. Told me she'd call me back when I called her after school today. Then she called me back when I was gone and Mum was in the shower. Then I called her and her Dad said she'd call me back and she never did. Almost 10:00 pm, so I don't think she'll be calling. Maybe she won't come. I don't know.
I don't know if I even care anymore. It seems so pointless, friends. We'll lose them after high school, right? What's the point, then, if they're going to say 'see ya', and not care once you take the step into Uni or whatever comes next for our low-life town?
I just don't know anymore.
Later: And now I'm pissed off at a sticky note that won't stick. Go figure. Oh, and the kitchen now smells like cinnamon. I like cinnamon now. My new favorite smell.
Even Later (Like two minutes....): Why do I bother writing/typing in this thing if no one reads it but Squee-chan? ...That's a good question. I shall consult Kurama. He may know.
Laterer: He's unusually silent. Maybe he's trying to teach me a lesson. Or maybe he doesn't know and is embarrassed to admit it. Or maybe it's because he's an inanimate picture that doesn't really exist? Hm. The world may never know. Which they lie about, if you think about it, because I know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. Or at least I did. At some point. Something like that.
Latererer: On the other hand, I did meet the mysterious German exchange student today. He scares me. But he's cool.
L-Yeah...: I really hate Mitch at the moment. Maybe if I had my own boyfriend he'd be big enough to pop him one for me. Hm....
Two Days Until D-Day: I am now very worried for my well being. And I have come to the conclusion that I hate maths. Though, if things go as I suspect they will, I won't live to suffer 7th period anyway.
Mitch. What a stupid name.
Anywho, I feel all depressed. And I don't know why, because today wasn't a bad day. Went fairly well. Boring, but ok. I even finished a book, which made me want to get a pen pal for some odd, strange reason. Maybe because they had pen pals in the book. I don't know. But it was a good book.
I haven't talked to anyone more so than usual; I haven't even been on the computer until now. And Megan was supposed to call me and tell me if she could stay the night tomorrow night. Told me she'd call me back when I called her after school today. Then she called me back when I was gone and Mum was in the shower. Then I called her and her Dad said she'd call me back and she never did. Almost 10:00 pm, so I don't think she'll be calling. Maybe she won't come. I don't know.
I don't know if I even care anymore. It seems so pointless, friends. We'll lose them after high school, right? What's the point, then, if they're going to say 'see ya', and not care once you take the step into Uni or whatever comes next for our low-life town?
I just don't know anymore.
Later: And now I'm pissed off at a sticky note that won't stick. Go figure. Oh, and the kitchen now smells like cinnamon. I like cinnamon now. My new favorite smell.
Even Later (Like two minutes....): Why do I bother writing/typing in this thing if no one reads it but Squee-chan? ...That's a good question. I shall consult Kurama. He may know.
Laterer: He's unusually silent. Maybe he's trying to teach me a lesson. Or maybe he doesn't know and is embarrassed to admit it. Or maybe it's because he's an inanimate picture that doesn't really exist? Hm. The world may never know. Which they lie about, if you think about it, because I know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. Or at least I did. At some point. Something like that.
Latererer: On the other hand, I did meet the mysterious German exchange student today. He scares me. But he's cool.
L-Yeah...: I really hate Mitch at the moment. Maybe if I had my own boyfriend he'd be big enough to pop him one for me. Hm....
Two Days Until D-Day: I am now very worried for my well being. And I have come to the conclusion that I hate maths. Though, if things go as I suspect they will, I won't live to suffer 7th period anyway.