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I haven't updated in a good chunk of time. Right now I am home listening to the blasting fans in my kitchen and my dad speaking loudly on the phone about how much redoing the cabinets and counter is going to be. My house is a circus because someone (cough cough dad) decided the leak wasn't a leak at all. I'm not sure what he supposed it was, but definitely not something to be looked at for a couple months. Now our kitchen is covered in tarp with these giant fans to dry out mold or something. I thought it would be kind of fun and I could maybe sneak into the tarp and hide in the broken kitchen but apparently it is really toxic and I can die if I do it. Bummer.
That might be going on for a couple weeks.
I had this bizarre dream that Ozzy Osbourne and I were BFFs and Al was best friends with weird Al or something. We had a party at my house during school like at lunch and 435908435 people came and I had to yell at a couple people to get out. I always feel really guilty when I yell at people in my dreams, like right after I feel like an idiot. Anyway I also discovered this weird corner of my closet that had really cute clothes that apparently Hanan had given to me as a secret gift. Dreams are bizzare. In my dream I decided I wasn't going to go to school, so when my mom tried to wake me up I told her I didn't want to go and she without avail let me.
I slept until 9 something with a couple phone calls. One was from Al telling me she hated me because we have a 3 hour CORE becuase of the PSAT and I would have sat in her class and drawn pictures with her if I had gone to school. I can't believe I forgot to sign up for the PSAT, and neither can my parents. Everyday they remind me of the 8,000 dollar scholarship money I just threw down the drain. SAWEEEET. I'm hungry but I aint got no kitcheenn.
I'm not sure why I haven't been writing lately. I think I have felt like I am not on the right track, or the same track I use to be. But I think I am now, finding a better balance. Jacob stopped dealing and I don't really care either way, but I am around pot less often so I think that helps. Even though I haven't been smoking pot that often lately anyway.
I miss Shane so much, it's really hard not having a tangible love. I fill my time with friends and family and all that so shit is fine but then I just think about the people I spent my summer with and all the conversation we had. I miss it. My friends now tend to be my age which really feeds into the lack of genuinely good conversation.
I am happy though, I really am. Jacob is amazing to me and helps me with everything. He is really supportive and understanding and doesn't question a lot of the things I do. I enjoy his company a lot.
Mark Rudd is coming THIS weekend which I am really pissed about because I was expecting A LOT more time to plan for his arrival. Maybe sunday mornign breakfast. I don't know.
If you want to come ask me.
Allison is coming over and we are going to do some journalism homework payceeeeeeeeeee.
That might be going on for a couple weeks.
I had this bizarre dream that Ozzy Osbourne and I were BFFs and Al was best friends with weird Al or something. We had a party at my house during school like at lunch and 435908435 people came and I had to yell at a couple people to get out. I always feel really guilty when I yell at people in my dreams, like right after I feel like an idiot. Anyway I also discovered this weird corner of my closet that had really cute clothes that apparently Hanan had given to me as a secret gift. Dreams are bizzare. In my dream I decided I wasn't going to go to school, so when my mom tried to wake me up I told her I didn't want to go and she without avail let me.
I slept until 9 something with a couple phone calls. One was from Al telling me she hated me because we have a 3 hour CORE becuase of the PSAT and I would have sat in her class and drawn pictures with her if I had gone to school. I can't believe I forgot to sign up for the PSAT, and neither can my parents. Everyday they remind me of the 8,000 dollar scholarship money I just threw down the drain. SAWEEEET. I'm hungry but I aint got no kitcheenn.
I'm not sure why I haven't been writing lately. I think I have felt like I am not on the right track, or the same track I use to be. But I think I am now, finding a better balance. Jacob stopped dealing and I don't really care either way, but I am around pot less often so I think that helps. Even though I haven't been smoking pot that often lately anyway.
I miss Shane so much, it's really hard not having a tangible love. I fill my time with friends and family and all that so shit is fine but then I just think about the people I spent my summer with and all the conversation we had. I miss it. My friends now tend to be my age which really feeds into the lack of genuinely good conversation.
I am happy though, I really am. Jacob is amazing to me and helps me with everything. He is really supportive and understanding and doesn't question a lot of the things I do. I enjoy his company a lot.
Mark Rudd is coming THIS weekend which I am really pissed about because I was expecting A LOT more time to plan for his arrival. Maybe sunday mornign breakfast. I don't know.
If you want to come ask me.
Allison is coming over and we are going to do some journalism homework payceeeeeeeeeee.