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Falling apart. Feel like I'm floating...floating as I fall through the clouds. It's fucked up. I wish so very much that I made it important to spend time with Stacy. There was a short opportunity, I decided to sleep instead...how selfish. There's that point where you just don't want to move. Wish I had moved though. Excited bout morrow though...guess who's back? Back again?..Stacy's back...well she will be tomorrow. We've got some really hott ideas...mmmm...
My day...So distant from mom and dad. It's sad. I hate it. I'm also sick of the shit. I'm tired of the continual cycle we go through. Every 5 weeks or so we start over. It's pathetic. I'm done with the explanations. Done with the letters, the notes, the words. I'm done with figuring everything out. Done with relying on their approval. Time to move on. Time for a new perspective. Time for something different. It sucks though...they think my life has gone to shit. The only shit is between us. Aside from our problems at home (at lot of which I create), I'm doing pretty well. I'm not trying to make them happy though, 2 weeks of curfew shit and the court'll be happy. Then it's back to the 9pm curfew, another 2 weeks it should be gone. It better be. Else I'll pop. Need to be out more. Too much time around the house.
Kevin and Momin over for the afternoon, worked on mission...so dorky I know. Ana called late morning, and we made plans to go out for the evening...4.30pm. 3.00 Dad decides to change his plans...no car. K....whatever I don't care. We went to Thayer, shimp burrito from Antonio's...yummy shit. Then to checkers an home before 7, still forgot to call in early though...surprised? nope...
Ana hung out at home for a little, Oriana came over. We watched Mulholland Drive. She didn't seem interested at all...that's too bad. I need to watch it again though. It's too much for my attention span. It's really impossible, physically impossible for me to understand it. I still enjoyed it though.
Wrestlin' an' Oriana fucked up my eye. You wouldn't believe...well actually it's not that bad...visually...but I can't see all that well. Maybe the alchohol though...whatever. I can't see out of my left eye and it's all red an' shitz.
Henry came over too. Hung out...lot's of fun. Lot's o sex talk. Excitement! 12.30 we wanted pizza. Went to Thayer. Stopped by Viva...all clubby an' shit, cheap drinks. Kaitlyn gave me a black russian, no ice for 3 bucks...oh such a sweetheart. Bought some cookies, Henry found the pizza. Fun fun fun...sneaking out again.
Oh! Fucked up shit...some girl talking on the phone, sitting on the porch. Maybe one of the tenants. I'd swear she had followed me as I walked around the porch. Raised my hand to signal silence, an' started to run (try not to set off the motion sensor light thingy). She freaked. Stood up an' semi screamed. Kept running. Hoped she wouldn't ring doorbell and report someone breaking in. I think she though I freaked out and ran, dunno though. Whatever. All that matters is that I'm still all woah...my eye is all fucked up though. Fuck it.
missing you...you know who you are. Excited bout morrow...don't forget the cuffs. mmmmm.....
Night all.
My day...So distant from mom and dad. It's sad. I hate it. I'm also sick of the shit. I'm tired of the continual cycle we go through. Every 5 weeks or so we start over. It's pathetic. I'm done with the explanations. Done with the letters, the notes, the words. I'm done with figuring everything out. Done with relying on their approval. Time to move on. Time for a new perspective. Time for something different. It sucks though...they think my life has gone to shit. The only shit is between us. Aside from our problems at home (at lot of which I create), I'm doing pretty well. I'm not trying to make them happy though, 2 weeks of curfew shit and the court'll be happy. Then it's back to the 9pm curfew, another 2 weeks it should be gone. It better be. Else I'll pop. Need to be out more. Too much time around the house.
Kevin and Momin over for the afternoon, worked on mission...so dorky I know. Ana called late morning, and we made plans to go out for the evening...4.30pm. 3.00 Dad decides to change his plans...no car. K....whatever I don't care. We went to Thayer, shimp burrito from Antonio's...yummy shit. Then to checkers an home before 7, still forgot to call in early though...surprised? nope...
Ana hung out at home for a little, Oriana came over. We watched Mulholland Drive. She didn't seem interested at all...that's too bad. I need to watch it again though. It's too much for my attention span. It's really impossible, physically impossible for me to understand it. I still enjoyed it though.
Wrestlin' an' Oriana fucked up my eye. You wouldn't believe...well actually it's not that bad...visually...but I can't see all that well. Maybe the alchohol though...whatever. I can't see out of my left eye and it's all red an' shitz.
Henry came over too. Hung out...lot's of fun. Lot's o sex talk. Excitement! 12.30 we wanted pizza. Went to Thayer. Stopped by Viva...all clubby an' shit, cheap drinks. Kaitlyn gave me a black russian, no ice for 3 bucks...oh such a sweetheart. Bought some cookies, Henry found the pizza. Fun fun fun...sneaking out again.
Oh! Fucked up shit...some girl talking on the phone, sitting on the porch. Maybe one of the tenants. I'd swear she had followed me as I walked around the porch. Raised my hand to signal silence, an' started to run (try not to set off the motion sensor light thingy). She freaked. Stood up an' semi screamed. Kept running. Hoped she wouldn't ring doorbell and report someone breaking in. I think she though I freaked out and ran, dunno though. Whatever. All that matters is that I'm still all woah...my eye is all fucked up though. Fuck it.
missing you...you know who you are. Excited bout morrow...don't forget the cuffs. mmmmm.....
Night all.