Hmm
So I just dreamed I was on an adventure with three guys. Two my age and one little boy. Apparently the little boy had something important to do or something, and I was all Hermione again and having to plan everything else. So we're walking all over the wherever the hell we are and it's all super small towns...they don't even have 7/11's! Gasp!
But yeah, strange dream, but at least it wasn't a bad one. The one guy was really nice--lol. He and I ate a lot on the trip. My dream had some awesome bread samples (I tasted the garlic and butter and everything). lol
---
So anyway, fuck dreams, it's time to update you on my life. When I broke my toes at camp I went to the hospital (2 weeks later), and just now they're asking us for $300 bucks as payment. That's lame. They didn't even do anything but give me a boot-thing I wasn't even allowed to wear :/
Besides that, I haven't talked to Tommy in two days and it weirds me out (even though it's my fault for my weird sleeping schedule). Either way, I want to hang with someone. Also, I need to find a job. I know I keep saying that and not doing anything, but maybe I should just grow some fucking balls and get out there. I'm pretty much wasting my life.
The worst thing is though: I've been getting really lonely. I dunno if it's because my sleeping schedule, or if I'm just hormonal, but--damn it would be nice to cuddle with someone. Or have something meaningful. The problem is: I don't want a boyfriend. So what are you gonna do? Guess I'll just deal with it.
Autumn is cool (lawl pun), but I don't like being this pale, lol. Also, my acne won't fucking go away, which is weird, because it's never been this bad. Ever! Well, except when I just started going through puberty. Anyway: lame. I need to get me some of that Clearisil. I'd go shopping tomorrow but mom is taking my drivers license to copy it for the payment of the hospital bill.
Fucking Regan with his fucked up health care plans.
Sigh. If I had a job I could re-do my room. Maybe I should clean it again, but I'd need boxes for all the stuff I'm not willing to throw out. *Sighs again* I wish I didn't have to worry about paying for college. Hah. I never cared about it in High School. I thought that Florida pre-paid would cover it, because I always planned to community college it. I didn't know what I wanted to do before then. Maybe if I had known I would have worked harder in school, but I doubt it. I don't regret what I did or how I was in high school.
Gawd, my neck muscles are so tense I can't even move my head in more than a 30 degree angle. That's bad. I need some lovin'....this is a depressing post. lol
But yeah, strange dream, but at least it wasn't a bad one. The one guy was really nice--lol. He and I ate a lot on the trip. My dream had some awesome bread samples (I tasted the garlic and butter and everything). lol
---
So anyway, fuck dreams, it's time to update you on my life. When I broke my toes at camp I went to the hospital (2 weeks later), and just now they're asking us for $300 bucks as payment. That's lame. They didn't even do anything but give me a boot-thing I wasn't even allowed to wear :/
Besides that, I haven't talked to Tommy in two days and it weirds me out (even though it's my fault for my weird sleeping schedule). Either way, I want to hang with someone. Also, I need to find a job. I know I keep saying that and not doing anything, but maybe I should just grow some fucking balls and get out there. I'm pretty much wasting my life.
The worst thing is though: I've been getting really lonely. I dunno if it's because my sleeping schedule, or if I'm just hormonal, but--damn it would be nice to cuddle with someone. Or have something meaningful. The problem is: I don't want a boyfriend. So what are you gonna do? Guess I'll just deal with it.
Autumn is cool (lawl pun), but I don't like being this pale, lol. Also, my acne won't fucking go away, which is weird, because it's never been this bad. Ever! Well, except when I just started going through puberty. Anyway: lame. I need to get me some of that Clearisil. I'd go shopping tomorrow but mom is taking my drivers license to copy it for the payment of the hospital bill.
Fucking Regan with his fucked up health care plans.
Sigh. If I had a job I could re-do my room. Maybe I should clean it again, but I'd need boxes for all the stuff I'm not willing to throw out. *Sighs again* I wish I didn't have to worry about paying for college. Hah. I never cared about it in High School. I thought that Florida pre-paid would cover it, because I always planned to community college it. I didn't know what I wanted to do before then. Maybe if I had known I would have worked harder in school, but I doubt it. I don't regret what I did or how I was in high school.
Gawd, my neck muscles are so tense I can't even move my head in more than a 30 degree angle. That's bad. I need some lovin'....this is a depressing post. lol