Jan 18, 2004 00:56
i'm writing in this just to be writing in this. i like the way it feels when i type, actually; it calms me down in a weird way. anyway, my mother is out of town until wednesday, so it's just my father & i until then. he's a good guy & all, but neither of us can cook worth crap. already, we've eaten out twice. not too bad of a deal, actually. i just realized that i haven't done laundry in about two weeks. is that even possible?
my gosh, my room is a complete mess. i know i have mentioned this countless times, but it's just the truth. my dad walked in today & asked me how i even knew what was clean & what was dirty & i thought of saying, "you just pick it up & smell it! duh!", but i just sort of shrugged & smiled weakly. i am ashamed of my room's messiness. this cannot be a good sign. i promised myself i would clean it today. but, tomorrow! yes, tomorrow sounds like the perfect day to clean a bedroom.
i have the number "46" written on my hand right now because i went to a show & they decided to write numbers on our hands instead of just an "X" or what not. i don't like this number. it keeps distracting me. i think when i'm through writing in here, i'll go wash it off.
oh, that's all. goodnight.