december
it's almost christmas time. i spent too much once again. but it's nick and my first real christmas together, seeing as last year we didn't give gifts. i'm going to wrap up the shopping soon and start wrapping more gifts, which is my FAVORITE part of christmas.
gonna make cookies with my mom and we're going to color the dog's ears. how cute!! i'm ecstatic.
seasonal depression is back this year. it's a stressful semester, too, which doesn't. i just feel bad because i didn't have it all last year cause of nick, and i think it hurts his feelings that i'm experiencing it this time around. the infatuation stage lasted a long time, but it's since past. that's the only reason i didn't get it last year.
my cigarettes made me deathly sick, so i started smoking camel lights. puke. puke. puke. they really don't have any flavor, and the little bit there is reminds me of high school and when i started working at max & erma's. 18. what a wonderful year. so i may actually stop entirely thanks to these new fucking fire-safe cigarettes. i would have much preferred to choose to quit, not be forced into.
since i don't really talk to anyone anymore, lately i wonder how many people i used to know still think about me. i don't know why, but sometimes i just sit and wonder. i mean, i still think about them.
gonna make cookies with my mom and we're going to color the dog's ears. how cute!! i'm ecstatic.
seasonal depression is back this year. it's a stressful semester, too, which doesn't. i just feel bad because i didn't have it all last year cause of nick, and i think it hurts his feelings that i'm experiencing it this time around. the infatuation stage lasted a long time, but it's since past. that's the only reason i didn't get it last year.
my cigarettes made me deathly sick, so i started smoking camel lights. puke. puke. puke. they really don't have any flavor, and the little bit there is reminds me of high school and when i started working at max & erma's. 18. what a wonderful year. so i may actually stop entirely thanks to these new fucking fire-safe cigarettes. i would have much preferred to choose to quit, not be forced into.
since i don't really talk to anyone anymore, lately i wonder how many people i used to know still think about me. i don't know why, but sometimes i just sit and wonder. i mean, i still think about them.