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i think my body wants to kill me. i've actually been eating a little lately. although it's been mainly dairy. ohwell. finally went to bed at 7.30 after taking my pills. mother called a few hours later and woke me up but i went back to sleep until 2.30. had a lot of weird boysex-dreams. this shit confuses the hell out of me. i never dream about girls. and barely ever dream about sex at all. i don't want to think about this. (*frown*)
lisa schutt needs to get her shit together. she was in a carwreck lastnight cos she and a bunch of her wild UT friends were drunk (as usual). no one was seriously hurt, but still. it makes me sad, sometimes, to think of how all the "nice" kids ended up being the fucked ones. meg miller is the best example, heh.
all of my muscles are sore. fix that.
i'm gonna take an hour-long shower. cos i can. and cos i need it. it may take the hot water beating down on my back to make me feel like i'm actually breathing. everything else leads em to believe that i'm just sleepwalking. the walking dead. or just hollow.
lizzie's journal amuses me to no end. i miss the first two years of high school and my crazy friends.
i guess today i'll study for the psych exam. and write the easy-as-hell history essay. cos it was due like wednesday, i think. i skipped wed. and fri. so i dunno. i was gonna get all this shit done lastnight but nikki brought kris up here and we all hung out for a bit, and zak called off and on, and everyone was talking to me online and no one would leave or be quiet until after 4am so i couldn't go to sleep.
for the record, i hate being around people when they're drunk or high. and when i do it, i tend to stay alone.
it's hot in my dormroom. bet it's freezing outside, though.
my tummy hurts. as does my head.
nikki's still asleep. beh.
lisa schutt needs to get her shit together. she was in a carwreck lastnight cos she and a bunch of her wild UT friends were drunk (as usual). no one was seriously hurt, but still. it makes me sad, sometimes, to think of how all the "nice" kids ended up being the fucked ones. meg miller is the best example, heh.
all of my muscles are sore. fix that.
i'm gonna take an hour-long shower. cos i can. and cos i need it. it may take the hot water beating down on my back to make me feel like i'm actually breathing. everything else leads em to believe that i'm just sleepwalking. the walking dead. or just hollow.
lizzie's journal amuses me to no end. i miss the first two years of high school and my crazy friends.
i guess today i'll study for the psych exam. and write the easy-as-hell history essay. cos it was due like wednesday, i think. i skipped wed. and fri. so i dunno. i was gonna get all this shit done lastnight but nikki brought kris up here and we all hung out for a bit, and zak called off and on, and everyone was talking to me online and no one would leave or be quiet until after 4am so i couldn't go to sleep.
for the record, i hate being around people when they're drunk or high. and when i do it, i tend to stay alone.
it's hot in my dormroom. bet it's freezing outside, though.
my tummy hurts. as does my head.
nikki's still asleep. beh.