And all the lights that light the way are blinding.
Earlier today, I went over Sam's to get my measurements for the play. That I wasn't aware I was still in. That's alright, I've always wanted to be a "windwoman." *cough*
T-Bones isn't that good. We just went out to eat there for my "birthday dinner," and I feel kind of sick. Too much steak.
My house is very...loud. It gives me headaches. Fighting sucks when you're just an spectator.
Tuesday's my birthday, and I have a basketball playoff game that day, so I hope we win. But Cassie promised to make me cookies, so I've decided I don't really care either way. Because I'll have sugar; and sugar solves everything.
Next week, I'm gonna go to semi-formal on Friday with friends. Screw Sadie Hawkins and her marital footraces…
Then Saturday, you people are coming over my house for my birthday party (though no sleepover). Yeah, that was a statement, not an invitation. So be there. (Just show up 'round noon, leave 10- 11ish.) All of you.
Sunday my relatives are coming over for a family b-day party. Always turns out interesting…
I feel kind of...unreal. Disconnected. I can't figure out why, or if I want to know why.
And I hate how attached I am towards possessions. Like, today, I was cleaning out my desk drawer and closet - and I couldn't throw anything away. Whatever I came across, whether it be an inked-out pen or a bookmark, there was always something that kept me from chucking it - the giver, a story, some effed-up analogy. So I wasted hours in memories attempting to clean out my room, which now looks messier than it did to start with. Ugh.
T-Bones isn't that good. We just went out to eat there for my "birthday dinner," and I feel kind of sick. Too much steak.
My house is very...loud. It gives me headaches. Fighting sucks when you're just an spectator.
Tuesday's my birthday, and I have a basketball playoff game that day, so I hope we win. But Cassie promised to make me cookies, so I've decided I don't really care either way. Because I'll have sugar; and sugar solves everything.
Next week, I'm gonna go to semi-formal on Friday with friends. Screw Sadie Hawkins and her marital footraces…
Then Saturday, you people are coming over my house for my birthday party (though no sleepover). Yeah, that was a statement, not an invitation. So be there. (Just show up 'round noon, leave 10- 11ish.) All of you.
Sunday my relatives are coming over for a family b-day party. Always turns out interesting…
I feel kind of...unreal. Disconnected. I can't figure out why, or if I want to know why.
And I hate how attached I am towards possessions. Like, today, I was cleaning out my desk drawer and closet - and I couldn't throw anything away. Whatever I came across, whether it be an inked-out pen or a bookmark, there was always something that kept me from chucking it - the giver, a story, some effed-up analogy. So I wasted hours in memories attempting to clean out my room, which now looks messier than it did to start with. Ugh.