I really fucking hate my computer.
For it almost being summer, I'm not too excited about anything.
One more day of exams, and then I'm out of here.
I'll never see half of you again, and those who I do see, it will always be the same questions. It will always be those cheesy lines you ask when you don't really care, or you don't really have anything else to say.. it's like asking 'how are you?' and then waiting for the replied 'and yourself?' so you know it's your turn to answer. maybe I'm just rambling... but inside my head, it makes sense.
"hey, how's school?"
"it's school, how's mitchell?"
"you know."
"yeah. ::insert fake laugh here:: well, what have you been up to lately"
"school, work, friends occasionally, not much, how about with you?" [I'm giving people the benefit of the doubt and hoping that they don't just say 'not much']
"eh, same."
and that's how it will work, every conversation after this school year is over... all those quote friends I have gained at mitchell, that's all it's going to be in about four months.
I'm not upset about it, I just know that's how it's going to be. rock. on.
SO yeah.
went and saw in passing last night.
they kick your ass.
the first band made me want to put a bullet through my head.
arguments drive me insane.
I still have a headache.
patrick's still sleeping, I think. Either that, or he just hasn't had the energy to call yet.
my hair's fucking crazy right now.
I just found probably my new favourite.. 'outfit'.
what a stupid word. [outfit]
I went to the mall yesterday
and a one year old's birthday party.
as you can tell, I'm rather bored, and if you made it this far down in my post already, just turn around, I'm apologize if I'm boring you.
I took a shower this morning.
That's like, two days in a row or something. crazy.
I added ninety four cents to my money jars today.
I made a duct tape purse on friday.
Some people think it's creative, some people love it, some people think I'm stupid, some people would make fun of me for it if I was given the chance to wear it. some people should run away forever and not come back.
I don't care. I like it. I made it. I took the time to design it, and the time to put it together. And that's why it's mine, and not yours/theirs.
I want gum.
and new clothes, specifically pants that are tighter around the ankles and calves.
and patrickasaurus to be happy.
and a 'life' this summer.
and new shoes.
and new needles so I can finish my other purse I'm doing.
oh, and a giant fire pit, pre lit, that I can throw personal belongings into, along with a few not-so-personal belongings. like my dad's rebel flag in the kitchen, and the singer from that first band from last night.
I want to apologize to patrick's mom.
I don't think it would do any good though.
I want new CD's.
Make me one, please?
I want a lot.
but I don't need anything.