craig manning is shamelessly self involved!
I have the best friends in the world! Not. Marco called me after school on Thursday and I told him I was mildly dying and he told me not to be such a drama queen. There was nothing dramatic, I used the word mildly. But anyway, I was out from Friday through today and it was super fun to be curled up in bed with eight blankets, a box of tissues and a bottle of nyquil to keep me warm. I did get a lot of movie watching done and absolutely none of my homework. That's my part of sticking it to the (wo)man known as Hatizijoiajsoijakoski. You know who I'm talking about. Thanks to all of the guys that called and came by with soup. Oh, wait. I did have time to get up to date on my Full House news and Stephanie Tanner is out of rehab for crystal meth addiction so you can all breathe that much easier now, I know I will. Not that anybody as cool as Kimmy would hang out with such a loser like Steph, but crystal meth is nothing to joke about. Plus it makes you age like forty years in two days, so that's unfortunate.
Even though I kind of feel like hell, I'm glad that I was at home because my dad called in the middle of the day on Friday. We haven't heard from him in like... two months. He said he still doesn't know when he's going to come back, which really isn't much of a surprise. There used to be some kind of hope when I would pick up the phone but I'm so tired of waiting. I don't really expect anything anymore because I'm afraid that I'll just be getting my hopes up. Especially when he's missing everything. This is my life and he isn't seeing any of it. Maybe it's dumb to care about the stupid, cliche moments like graduation and ridiculously small things like a+ papers but I do care. I try not to, but I care. He doesn't know about anything that's been happening over here since he's been gone. Not about the fire, not about rehab, not about my cutting, or group or any of this. He's already got to deal with so much over there, there's really no way for me to bring any of this up to him.
So my head is pounding and I don't feel like writing anything right now. Craig would cry emo tears and write a song if I didn't mention him in here, especially since he's stalking me these days. The thought was tempting, but since he's acknowledged my obvious gangsta appeal he deserves it. I shall be back in school tomorrow and I know you're just waiting for today to end so you all can see me glow tomorrow morning, but just be patient.
Even though I kind of feel like hell, I'm glad that I was at home because my dad called in the middle of the day on Friday. We haven't heard from him in like... two months. He said he still doesn't know when he's going to come back, which really isn't much of a surprise. There used to be some kind of hope when I would pick up the phone but I'm so tired of waiting. I don't really expect anything anymore because I'm afraid that I'll just be getting my hopes up. Especially when he's missing everything. This is my life and he isn't seeing any of it. Maybe it's dumb to care about the stupid, cliche moments like graduation and ridiculously small things like a+ papers but I do care. I try not to, but I care. He doesn't know about anything that's been happening over here since he's been gone. Not about the fire, not about rehab, not about my cutting, or group or any of this. He's already got to deal with so much over there, there's really no way for me to bring any of this up to him.
So my head is pounding and I don't feel like writing anything right now. Craig would cry emo tears and write a song if I didn't mention him in here, especially since he's stalking me these days. The thought was tempting, but since he's acknowledged my obvious gangsta appeal he deserves it. I shall be back in school tomorrow and I know you're just waiting for today to end so you all can see me glow tomorrow morning, but just be patient.