Apr 23, 2006 01:52
I think I'm ready to end this year and go home. Well, get hammered, go to Mifflin block party, and then come home. Because I have done enough mother FUCKING work this year, e-nough. I called Margaret from the Arizona trip tonight, twice, and she didn't call me back, which was a punch in the ego face. I want to spend more time with them but the year's almost over...I'll have to try next year. And I'm joining Hoofers next year so at least Margaret can't escape me, shes on the exec board. I want next year to be better. I suppose it will be once I get into Hoofers and, I dunno, take some more small classes, build up my ego some more, not even that, just get myself out there even more. I'm so upset that I'm living with just Lizz, even though she's great, she'll never be there...so neither will I. I need to be around people.
SO, the last few months I have left of teenagedom, need to be Ali Gone Wild. There are a lot of things that need to be accomplished before I turn the nasty nasty age. Fist fights, sexual relations, breaking as many laws as possible. What, I'm a teenager, I don't know any better. I don't even feel like a teenager anymore, but I certainly am not ready to be 'in my twenties'. ew. Most of my friends turned 20 and 21 recently. It's weird. Well anyway, 20 is the kind of birthday when you think, so what have I actually done with myself in these past two decades? Well by the time I ask myself that question, I better have a good answer ready.