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There's so much to write about...most of it's moody internal shit. I spent my day lying around, pensive, in the sun. I've got the beginnings of a good tan. My mind just bounces around from the most shallow and fixable of concerns to the general tragedy of the human species.
I re-read some of Lolita. I felt compelled to pick up the book after seeing these clear-skinned, nymphet looking young girls at McDonalds and feeling a twinge of jealousy. Do they get everything they want? Do they ever get sick of themselves, like I do? Probably not...and I'm so envious. So there I am, sitting in the sun after reading, thinking about how almost everyone is youth centered, and we're all on the quest for eternal youth; everyone from myself to Scott's stepmom is looking for the cure....because being beautiful, young, and healthy means being loved, and being loved means being happy.
I talked to my dad today. My brother was missing for a couple of days, and my parents filed a police report and went looking for him. They found his car parked outside his friends house and knocked on the door. The friend said that my brother was "in the shower". Then later my parents called again and some girl said he was "asleep in the car." My parents threatened calling the police, apparently, so these kids got scared, and my brother came home a couple of hours later, drugged up as hell, disoriented, eyes rolling all around. It turns out he had taken nine rolls of x...now I don't know much about drugs, but it seems to me that one could die from that big of a dose. I think he's also into oxycontin and basically every drug he can get his hands on. I'm worried...
In good news, it appears that I may be driving soon. My parents are going to let me use their car to get my liscense (I'm going to help them pay to get it fixed, and in return, I'll get to use it to learn on, take my test, and borrow from time to time once I do get the liscense). This happens Monday.
I'm going for a walk. Then I'm going to clean. Steph, if you read this and get bored this weekend and feel like talking, feel free to call...
I re-read some of Lolita. I felt compelled to pick up the book after seeing these clear-skinned, nymphet looking young girls at McDonalds and feeling a twinge of jealousy. Do they get everything they want? Do they ever get sick of themselves, like I do? Probably not...and I'm so envious. So there I am, sitting in the sun after reading, thinking about how almost everyone is youth centered, and we're all on the quest for eternal youth; everyone from myself to Scott's stepmom is looking for the cure....because being beautiful, young, and healthy means being loved, and being loved means being happy.
I talked to my dad today. My brother was missing for a couple of days, and my parents filed a police report and went looking for him. They found his car parked outside his friends house and knocked on the door. The friend said that my brother was "in the shower". Then later my parents called again and some girl said he was "asleep in the car." My parents threatened calling the police, apparently, so these kids got scared, and my brother came home a couple of hours later, drugged up as hell, disoriented, eyes rolling all around. It turns out he had taken nine rolls of x...now I don't know much about drugs, but it seems to me that one could die from that big of a dose. I think he's also into oxycontin and basically every drug he can get his hands on. I'm worried...
In good news, it appears that I may be driving soon. My parents are going to let me use their car to get my liscense (I'm going to help them pay to get it fixed, and in return, I'll get to use it to learn on, take my test, and borrow from time to time once I do get the liscense). This happens Monday.
I'm going for a walk. Then I'm going to clean. Steph, if you read this and get bored this weekend and feel like talking, feel free to call...