Really Random Shit
Right, so today… March 4th. Much has changed since last week. I’ve been totally avoiding my parents for reasons that I almost wrote about 6 days ago. I’ve also been avoiding certain friends, and my apologies to whom this applies, but it is necessary at the moment and I don’t think you would want to talk to me anyway considering my sudden mood swings.
I’m drinking wine tonight like it’s the last time I’ll be allowed. This might become a true statement, if things come to fruition the way my psychiatrist and psychologist believe they should.
I got rejected from Columbia, so “fuck you” to everyone who thought I should get in with ease. I don’t think that applies to anyone who reads this, which is good b/c I may have offended someone then. But at least this happening makes my future a little more certain. Or, at least, it will if FIU ever sends me an acceptance letter. Won’t that be a fun day if they don’t?
I saw the weather forecast for the next 10 days. The end of next week might get as high as 60oF. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
I have two credit cards. Both are now Platinum. I like having good credit, and I appreciate the lack of stress financial burden can cause… but really, in the grand scheme of life, does that really matter? I answer myself, no.
And is Tom Riddle the Half-Blood Prince? I haven’t got that far yet, but I rather think he is. And I once thought Draco Malfoy was a werewolf, but I’ve changed my mind, though I still think he’s trying to kill Dumbledore, but does Dumbledore know that Snape made the Unspeakable Oath with Mrs. Malfoy… and if Snape really IS a good guy, would he kill Dumbledore if Draco failed or would he let himself be killed… I suppose the latter… But I’m guessing that’s something we never find out b/c Draco succeeds… Holy bejesus, this is why I shouldn’t type my thoughts online; no one can tell me to shut up, or at the very least give me looks of boredom.
If I can muster the courage (or as the shrink refers to it “maturity”), I will be spending tomorrow night at my parents house b/c I have a dentist appt in their neck of the woods on Monday morning. Considering that this is counterproductive to my avoidance of them, I don’t anticipate a very happy day for myself. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I had a truly happy day, so I suppose this won’t be too far from the norm aside from the confrontations, which of course, are seemingly to occur entirely within my own head.
And now, back to wine and “Alias” b/c I am a total sucker for tall, thin, fair-haired boys with angular features (swoon, Michael Vartan).
I’m drinking wine tonight like it’s the last time I’ll be allowed. This might become a true statement, if things come to fruition the way my psychiatrist and psychologist believe they should.
I got rejected from Columbia, so “fuck you” to everyone who thought I should get in with ease. I don’t think that applies to anyone who reads this, which is good b/c I may have offended someone then. But at least this happening makes my future a little more certain. Or, at least, it will if FIU ever sends me an acceptance letter. Won’t that be a fun day if they don’t?
I saw the weather forecast for the next 10 days. The end of next week might get as high as 60oF. You have no idea how happy this makes me.
I have two credit cards. Both are now Platinum. I like having good credit, and I appreciate the lack of stress financial burden can cause… but really, in the grand scheme of life, does that really matter? I answer myself, no.
And is Tom Riddle the Half-Blood Prince? I haven’t got that far yet, but I rather think he is. And I once thought Draco Malfoy was a werewolf, but I’ve changed my mind, though I still think he’s trying to kill Dumbledore, but does Dumbledore know that Snape made the Unspeakable Oath with Mrs. Malfoy… and if Snape really IS a good guy, would he kill Dumbledore if Draco failed or would he let himself be killed… I suppose the latter… But I’m guessing that’s something we never find out b/c Draco succeeds… Holy bejesus, this is why I shouldn’t type my thoughts online; no one can tell me to shut up, or at the very least give me looks of boredom.
If I can muster the courage (or as the shrink refers to it “maturity”), I will be spending tomorrow night at my parents house b/c I have a dentist appt in their neck of the woods on Monday morning. Considering that this is counterproductive to my avoidance of them, I don’t anticipate a very happy day for myself. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I had a truly happy day, so I suppose this won’t be too far from the norm aside from the confrontations, which of course, are seemingly to occur entirely within my own head.
And now, back to wine and “Alias” b/c I am a total sucker for tall, thin, fair-haired boys with angular features (swoon, Michael Vartan).