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LiveJournal is so impersonal.
No one reads this though; that's nice.
Had to wake up extra early so that I could take a shower before music this morning. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Early = bad, clean = good. Anyways, piano lesson, guitar lesson, both going well. I feel slightly awkward but what can you do? Awkward is the new Easy.
Tonight I sat around for awhile getting ambiguous texts from Brace until I ended up hanging out at the Wolff's with some people. Very low-key, what I like.
Summer life is so good.
Hannah had some crazy adventure the other day. I don't know if she realizes just how lucky she is sometimes.
My mother is such a nitwit. 1230 is apparently really late at night, and I guess bad things just happen at these horrible hours online. ...while I sit and bore myself about my day in LiveJournal. She should just learn to chill out sometime. Eventually I'm just going to do something amazingly ridiculous and get caught by her, just to freak her out and shake her up a little. Like pass out in public from drug overdose in another state so she gets a phonecall about it while she thinks that i'm in Emmaus. Something exciting comme ca. She needs a taste of reality medicine. But enough about this.
I think I'm going to stop this entry because it's pretty damn useless.
Like an ostrich in an elevator.
No one reads this though; that's nice.
Had to wake up extra early so that I could take a shower before music this morning. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Early = bad, clean = good. Anyways, piano lesson, guitar lesson, both going well. I feel slightly awkward but what can you do? Awkward is the new Easy.
Tonight I sat around for awhile getting ambiguous texts from Brace until I ended up hanging out at the Wolff's with some people. Very low-key, what I like.
Summer life is so good.
Hannah had some crazy adventure the other day. I don't know if she realizes just how lucky she is sometimes.
My mother is such a nitwit. 1230 is apparently really late at night, and I guess bad things just happen at these horrible hours online. ...while I sit and bore myself about my day in LiveJournal. She should just learn to chill out sometime. Eventually I'm just going to do something amazingly ridiculous and get caught by her, just to freak her out and shake her up a little. Like pass out in public from drug overdose in another state so she gets a phonecall about it while she thinks that i'm in Emmaus. Something exciting comme ca. She needs a taste of reality medicine. But enough about this.
I think I'm going to stop this entry because it's pretty damn useless.
Like an ostrich in an elevator.