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It's been a while since I posted. It's not that things haven't been happening, I just haven't had much will to write them down. I'm trying to think of the significant things that have happened recently.
Went to the beach last week. It was epic, and I wasn't burnt to a crisp this time.
I've talked to members of the Brit Brigade on and off, though I haven't had a lengthy conversation with them in two nights, and it's bugging me. Yes, I'm aware that I have no life. Funnily enough, me having a life is what's put off conversation--Tuesday I went out with Charlene after school, and today it was Erin.
Oh, yes. Charlene's driving me to school every day now because I'm on her way. That's nice. I hate riding the bus, and Charlene's very amicable about swinging by McDonald's for breakfast.
Not much else is going on. I'm trying to write Jessica's critique letter and a story idea down simultaneously. Neither is coming to me particularly easily. The parents are still sort of clashing. I try to ignore it, as it just frustrates me.
But things are calm. I'm feeling a little odd, a little spacey. I should probably just go to bed after this. Maybe I will, or I'll shower. It gives me something to do and cuts down on things to worry about in the morning.
All right. Back to work. Must finish work before going to bed/showering/whatever else that is not working.
Night, all.
<3,
Marbella
PS: Meant to post this, like, an hour ago. Oops.
Went to the beach last week. It was epic, and I wasn't burnt to a crisp this time.
I've talked to members of the Brit Brigade on and off, though I haven't had a lengthy conversation with them in two nights, and it's bugging me. Yes, I'm aware that I have no life. Funnily enough, me having a life is what's put off conversation--Tuesday I went out with Charlene after school, and today it was Erin.
Oh, yes. Charlene's driving me to school every day now because I'm on her way. That's nice. I hate riding the bus, and Charlene's very amicable about swinging by McDonald's for breakfast.
Not much else is going on. I'm trying to write Jessica's critique letter and a story idea down simultaneously. Neither is coming to me particularly easily. The parents are still sort of clashing. I try to ignore it, as it just frustrates me.
But things are calm. I'm feeling a little odd, a little spacey. I should probably just go to bed after this. Maybe I will, or I'll shower. It gives me something to do and cuts down on things to worry about in the morning.
All right. Back to work. Must finish work before going to bed/showering/whatever else that is not working.
Night, all.
<3,
Marbella
PS: Meant to post this, like, an hour ago. Oops.