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I'm pretty upset because the internet has been running pretty slowly. i've just realized that this is because, after accidentally deleting all of my movies on my computer, I'm downloading 7 movies right now...so yeah...things are running a little slow.
Bach, I've recently come to conclude, hates me. He doesn't let me breathe, ever. He thinks I can do anything...and he thinks I'm a cello. This is not conducive to....to ...somebody who is trying to sound good. He should have realized that.
I got on the phones for auto today...realized that i know nothing...not even how to leave a message. It's all good though...keeps my adrenaline running.
Tomorrow is the last day of classes. I'm pretty sad about it. For one thing that means we have finals next week. Another, everybody is going to be leaving. Kelsey, Reagan, Michelle. I suppose there are a lot of people staying. Mary, Julie, Trever, Danie, Puffer and Carrie. Actually...not that many people are leaving. But the end of the year is still a sort of "meh" kind of feeling. I'm kinda sad that I probably won't see trever...we don't hang out much now, don't see why we would over the summer. But that gives me a chance to forget about him...move on with life. I've been thinking about being done with boys for a while. Not that I've ever really been with that many...just being done thinking about them. I have this nagging feeling that I won't find another boy in SD anytime soon, if ever. I might as well wait till I'm out of here.
If I could smash anything in my room with a sledge hammer....I would have to say...the air. There is this weird feeling associated with my room...or maybe just the stuff in it. I kind of like the nostalgic feeling but at the same time I really hate it. Its that feeling you get when a movie is over...or at the end of a television season. Like the last episode of the first season of the office...or the last episode of Cowboy Bebop...that feeling that you love but you don't want to feel it. It's everywhere in my room...it's probably my stuff....I don't want to smash all of that though.
damn internet.
Bach, I've recently come to conclude, hates me. He doesn't let me breathe, ever. He thinks I can do anything...and he thinks I'm a cello. This is not conducive to....to ...somebody who is trying to sound good. He should have realized that.
I got on the phones for auto today...realized that i know nothing...not even how to leave a message. It's all good though...keeps my adrenaline running.
Tomorrow is the last day of classes. I'm pretty sad about it. For one thing that means we have finals next week. Another, everybody is going to be leaving. Kelsey, Reagan, Michelle. I suppose there are a lot of people staying. Mary, Julie, Trever, Danie, Puffer and Carrie. Actually...not that many people are leaving. But the end of the year is still a sort of "meh" kind of feeling. I'm kinda sad that I probably won't see trever...we don't hang out much now, don't see why we would over the summer. But that gives me a chance to forget about him...move on with life. I've been thinking about being done with boys for a while. Not that I've ever really been with that many...just being done thinking about them. I have this nagging feeling that I won't find another boy in SD anytime soon, if ever. I might as well wait till I'm out of here.
If I could smash anything in my room with a sledge hammer....I would have to say...the air. There is this weird feeling associated with my room...or maybe just the stuff in it. I kind of like the nostalgic feeling but at the same time I really hate it. Its that feeling you get when a movie is over...or at the end of a television season. Like the last episode of the first season of the office...or the last episode of Cowboy Bebop...that feeling that you love but you don't want to feel it. It's everywhere in my room...it's probably my stuff....I don't want to smash all of that though.
damn internet.