Crap.Mainly for Chelsea.And Davy.If he ever wakes up.And whoever else.Some of it's entertaining.
1.Fuck Portland. Give me Livermore. Give me my life back.
2.I wish Korry lived closer. I'm myself with him. I just talked to him, and he's coming to visit soon. A week or so. It should be a good time. No gomez this time though. He's all drug test style these days. Oh well. Rocco's and rolling tobacco never fails. Gomez makes us sleepy anyway. Well...it makes me sleepy...makes him stupid. haha.
3.I want to go to California soon-ish. I don't want to go by myself though. I don't know if I want to fly either. I think I might want to drive, but not by myself. I think that would kill me. Laura moves into her new apartment tomorrow. If I go down I'll stay with her and Tommie. My Dad never seems to want me to stay with him. Whatever. Fuck him. Laura and Tommie know me better anyway.
4.Jake is moving to Ireland to go to school, and to learn as much about music as he can. That makes me sad actually. I'll miss him. So far he's been the best co-worker/shift manager I've ever had. Pretty great human being in general actually. Things have been a little awkward with us lately. That party/night was bad news. We haven't really had a chance to discuss anything. He's either working or at school or with one of the bands. Hopefully time can be made at some point. He thinks I'm beautiful, and doesn't think I'm fat or creepy or clingy...he doesn't scrutinize me...he has physical flaws as well, so mine don't bother him. Neither of us like to be looked at. Eye contact freaks us out. haha. He's been royaly fucked over before, and so have I. We understand that human emotion is not something that should be fucked with. He feels bad about moving, but I don't. It NEEDS to happen. He's going to Ireland. Which is wonderful. I couldn't be happier for him. Music is his life, and this will be amazing for him. We're going to write, he's going to send me tapes of the shit he's learned. It will be fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe I'll see him again someday. Who knows. Wow. I rambled on about that long enough.
5.I'm feeling a little less sickly. My fever broke, and only a little blood. I am left with a lovely fever blister on my fucking chin of all places. I don't what the fuck is/was wrong with me. Maybe it's all stress induced. That's what my Mum likes to blame it on. I can kind of swallow again, so I went to coffee people. Hence why I'm awake so damn late and fucking around with livejournal. I have nothing else to do! I'm not tired. I slept all damn day yesterday and half of today! Good thing I don't work until late tomorrow. I'll be up for at least a couple more hours. Fuck.
6.Mum is getting worse. She sleeps until 3 or so everyday, and can't even make herself food anymore. She attempts. When it comes to actually cooking something though it's too difficult for her. I thought it was bad when she couldn't drive anymore. This makes my mind rush and race on a whole new level. This makes me sick and distressed to a whole new level. This takes my fucked-up-shit-O-meter to a whole new level. I'll probably go into hibernation again soon. Uh oh. It's hermit time again. I can feel it creeping up on me again. I hate it when that happens...Hopefully I can fit some fun shit in before it happens.
7.Casey is moving to the Pearl with his friend Mike. That should be fun. Maybe I'll actually get to see him now. We're not getting back together. He needs to figure his shit out. I don't want to be a part of his shit again. I was definatly on his shit list before, and I don't want that anymore. I fucked with his mind, and he fucked with my stress level. Not really a fair trade. He's still fucking with my stress level, but at least there's no mind fucking going on now. Mind fucking is such an ugly game. I'm glad I don't play it anymore.
8.I was productive and made cookies! I didn't wake up for school, but hey, I made cookies god dammit! Way to sort out my priorities! Wooo! Jesus christ...
I am so fucking done with this now. It was fun for a little while. Now I just feel dizzy. Ok children. Your somewhat caught up. I bet you feel special. I know I do. Eating the paste special.
Love,
~H
2.I wish Korry lived closer. I'm myself with him. I just talked to him, and he's coming to visit soon. A week or so. It should be a good time. No gomez this time though. He's all drug test style these days. Oh well. Rocco's and rolling tobacco never fails. Gomez makes us sleepy anyway. Well...it makes me sleepy...makes him stupid. haha.
3.I want to go to California soon-ish. I don't want to go by myself though. I don't know if I want to fly either. I think I might want to drive, but not by myself. I think that would kill me. Laura moves into her new apartment tomorrow. If I go down I'll stay with her and Tommie. My Dad never seems to want me to stay with him. Whatever. Fuck him. Laura and Tommie know me better anyway.
4.Jake is moving to Ireland to go to school, and to learn as much about music as he can. That makes me sad actually. I'll miss him. So far he's been the best co-worker/shift manager I've ever had. Pretty great human being in general actually. Things have been a little awkward with us lately. That party/night was bad news. We haven't really had a chance to discuss anything. He's either working or at school or with one of the bands. Hopefully time can be made at some point. He thinks I'm beautiful, and doesn't think I'm fat or creepy or clingy...he doesn't scrutinize me...he has physical flaws as well, so mine don't bother him. Neither of us like to be looked at. Eye contact freaks us out. haha. He's been royaly fucked over before, and so have I. We understand that human emotion is not something that should be fucked with. He feels bad about moving, but I don't. It NEEDS to happen. He's going to Ireland. Which is wonderful. I couldn't be happier for him. Music is his life, and this will be amazing for him. We're going to write, he's going to send me tapes of the shit he's learned. It will be fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe I'll see him again someday. Who knows. Wow. I rambled on about that long enough.
5.I'm feeling a little less sickly. My fever broke, and only a little blood. I am left with a lovely fever blister on my fucking chin of all places. I don't what the fuck is/was wrong with me. Maybe it's all stress induced. That's what my Mum likes to blame it on. I can kind of swallow again, so I went to coffee people. Hence why I'm awake so damn late and fucking around with livejournal. I have nothing else to do! I'm not tired. I slept all damn day yesterday and half of today! Good thing I don't work until late tomorrow. I'll be up for at least a couple more hours. Fuck.
6.Mum is getting worse. She sleeps until 3 or so everyday, and can't even make herself food anymore. She attempts. When it comes to actually cooking something though it's too difficult for her. I thought it was bad when she couldn't drive anymore. This makes my mind rush and race on a whole new level. This makes me sick and distressed to a whole new level. This takes my fucked-up-shit-O-meter to a whole new level. I'll probably go into hibernation again soon. Uh oh. It's hermit time again. I can feel it creeping up on me again. I hate it when that happens...Hopefully I can fit some fun shit in before it happens.
7.Casey is moving to the Pearl with his friend Mike. That should be fun. Maybe I'll actually get to see him now. We're not getting back together. He needs to figure his shit out. I don't want to be a part of his shit again. I was definatly on his shit list before, and I don't want that anymore. I fucked with his mind, and he fucked with my stress level. Not really a fair trade. He's still fucking with my stress level, but at least there's no mind fucking going on now. Mind fucking is such an ugly game. I'm glad I don't play it anymore.
8.I was productive and made cookies! I didn't wake up for school, but hey, I made cookies god dammit! Way to sort out my priorities! Wooo! Jesus christ...
I am so fucking done with this now. It was fun for a little while. Now I just feel dizzy. Ok children. Your somewhat caught up. I bet you feel special. I know I do. Eating the paste special.
Love,
~H