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so yeah. I have no school tomorrow and I've been excessively bouncey and Kimmy-like the last few days. But somewhat too dreamy and spots of deep thought. So yeah, talking to Forrest last ten minutes of lunch. AWKWARD. He asked about Kyle. Aye, the shame of being dumped after four frickin' days for an ex-girlfriend. and then talking to a guy who had a crush on you about it- especially since its his best friend. For shame Kimmy! What folly I led myself into! Totally relieved when he dumped me- I realized I'm scared shitless of relationships and our following conversation was much more natural and enjoyable. Good thing I wasn't running around like some girls going "I have a boyfriend! Have you heard?"... aye the shame. But the fact still stands that I would just like to be held and told I'm pretty by someone other than my mom every once and a while and he was perfect but so fucked-up. but I felt that way before. It will go away. I'm giving up men for lent- that's my goal anyways. Turn uber self-relient and feminist and bitter. When does lent end again- just so I can mark my calendar?
so this last week was utter hell. So much fucking work. post-midnight bedtimes every single night this last week and the bad part is that my mom is now enforcing a 10:30 bedtime now, which I despertly need, but I was sneaking around so much this week trying to finish all my work and still not being done.... I think I salvaged myself alittle. *head slams against desk*
oh! and my post-China trip goal is to read "Persuasion" and "Mansfield Park" by Jane Austen and join my friend's unoffical book club. God I love that kid. her name is hannah. But first I have to survive the next two months- which is never going to happen. NEVER.
I'm babysitting Friday, Alisha from ballet is spending the night Saturday, and I have to watch 'Gandhi' the film in a large group so that I can write my paper on our discussion. I say movie night Saturday and then bowling or vice versa. I get out of ballet @5 (god! could it last any longer?!), so we should all congrigate together afterward.
vegan snacks/deserts would be awesome bribary/suck-up-ness for my video teacher. Want to help a girl out with that goal? huh? huh?... oh grrr.
Night. I'm off to sleep and get fat. fuck shit motherfucker .. ********* blaaaaaaaaaa!!!
...sorry, built-up frustration....
so this last week was utter hell. So much fucking work. post-midnight bedtimes every single night this last week and the bad part is that my mom is now enforcing a 10:30 bedtime now, which I despertly need, but I was sneaking around so much this week trying to finish all my work and still not being done.... I think I salvaged myself alittle. *head slams against desk*
oh! and my post-China trip goal is to read "Persuasion" and "Mansfield Park" by Jane Austen and join my friend's unoffical book club. God I love that kid. her name is hannah. But first I have to survive the next two months- which is never going to happen. NEVER.
I'm babysitting Friday, Alisha from ballet is spending the night Saturday, and I have to watch 'Gandhi' the film in a large group so that I can write my paper on our discussion. I say movie night Saturday and then bowling or vice versa. I get out of ballet @5 (god! could it last any longer?!), so we should all congrigate together afterward.
vegan snacks/deserts would be awesome bribary/suck-up-ness for my video teacher. Want to help a girl out with that goal? huh? huh?... oh grrr.
Night. I'm off to sleep and get fat. fuck shit motherfucker .. ********* blaaaaaaaaaa!!!
...sorry, built-up frustration....