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So I guess this is what it's going to be. This first summer back business has been pretty roller-coaster so far. I finished Harry Potter. The ending made me feel kind of empty. You know what I mean? I hate that I'm less into it than I was. Not like I'm not still counting down the days until the next one, or that I won't reread all the books for a nice and light recreational read during the fall, but I feel less comitted to the story. Less invested in the characters. I don't know why. It makes me pretty pissed off at myself. Only because I hate to see things I like about myself changing...not to be weird or anything. But I really like the fact that I'm into HP. And I get pretty mad when people make fun of it or call it just a fad. Fuck those fuckers. It's fucking Bristish apple pie. And that does make sense.
I've been away from livejournal for a while now. Today is my mom's birthday. Birch. And I'm pretty badly sunburned. I haven't been this red since catalina, I think. Stupid fucking ass sun and skin and sunblock that needs to be reapplied. Those things considered, I am having a good time. That's what's really important. There is no way in hell I'm going to the beach again today. No mother fucking way. I got the Ben Folds tickets. It's kinda sad because I couldn't get some for ash, even though I thought I could before. I got the last tickets in the whole thing. It's really for rebecca, I say, so yeah. I mean, I'm pretty excited about it too. But half of it is because of how excites that little chicken is. I miss my friends in Claremont. It's weird, it's like it's harder to pick up the phone when you're fifteen minutes away than when you're a few thousand miles away. I am so mad at myself for that. And I hate to be conspicuously mad at myself about something, because it holds some sort of altered significance when it's blogged, but I won't edit myself. Okay, let's go through the happy birthday motions. I feel bad for my mom anyway, no matter how much she fucks up to me, she is always fucking up her own life two times that. If that makes sense. Poor woman. I'm pretty sure I couldn't live with myself if I were her. Pretty. I can't stop saying that stupid ass word. Good day.
-Kirsten
I've been away from livejournal for a while now. Today is my mom's birthday. Birch. And I'm pretty badly sunburned. I haven't been this red since catalina, I think. Stupid fucking ass sun and skin and sunblock that needs to be reapplied. Those things considered, I am having a good time. That's what's really important. There is no way in hell I'm going to the beach again today. No mother fucking way. I got the Ben Folds tickets. It's kinda sad because I couldn't get some for ash, even though I thought I could before. I got the last tickets in the whole thing. It's really for rebecca, I say, so yeah. I mean, I'm pretty excited about it too. But half of it is because of how excites that little chicken is. I miss my friends in Claremont. It's weird, it's like it's harder to pick up the phone when you're fifteen minutes away than when you're a few thousand miles away. I am so mad at myself for that. And I hate to be conspicuously mad at myself about something, because it holds some sort of altered significance when it's blogged, but I won't edit myself. Okay, let's go through the happy birthday motions. I feel bad for my mom anyway, no matter how much she fucks up to me, she is always fucking up her own life two times that. If that makes sense. Poor woman. I'm pretty sure I couldn't live with myself if I were her. Pretty. I can't stop saying that stupid ass word. Good day.
-Kirsten