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Last night, Sarah called me while Clarke and I were on our away to pick up my dear Lisa Frank.
Sarah: "Hey, where are you? I'm at your apartment and I brought some people!"
Me: "Ooooh, well...okay. I'm picking up Lisa. Who's over, then?"
Sarah: "Um, just me, Skyler....And TERESA!"
Me: Long Pause. "Kay. That's cool."
I was annoyed that Sarah had the nerve to just show up at my apartment without me there, with people, and then, of course, with someone I am not particularly fond of. It wasn't a big deal being around her, of course. It never is...I mean, I used to be around her every waking second of my life! It's just that she was at my apartment uninvited and Sarah didn't think to even ask me first. *SIGH SIGH DOUBLE SIGH*
I feel so bizarre lately...I am one of the happiest people I know. Why do I get so depressed so easily? It's almost as if I live from day to day, going on silly adventures, making money, painting pictures etc all just to distract myself from a tiny secret sad in hopes that it won't get bigger. Maybe it's always been there, I don't know. Maybe motivation is sad--or at least, for me. I know it must sound like a questionable theory, but there's just no explaination.
I guess I better go get dressed...it IS four eleven, heh. My dad isn't returning my phone calls and all my guitars are broken. Lisa is sick and Eileen is in Europe. My boyfriend is never not working. It's time to throw myself another PARTY!!!!!
Yes. Yes it is.
Sarah: "Hey, where are you? I'm at your apartment and I brought some people!"
Me: "Ooooh, well...okay. I'm picking up Lisa. Who's over, then?"
Sarah: "Um, just me, Skyler....And TERESA!"
Me: Long Pause. "Kay. That's cool."
I was annoyed that Sarah had the nerve to just show up at my apartment without me there, with people, and then, of course, with someone I am not particularly fond of. It wasn't a big deal being around her, of course. It never is...I mean, I used to be around her every waking second of my life! It's just that she was at my apartment uninvited and Sarah didn't think to even ask me first. *SIGH SIGH DOUBLE SIGH*
I feel so bizarre lately...I am one of the happiest people I know. Why do I get so depressed so easily? It's almost as if I live from day to day, going on silly adventures, making money, painting pictures etc all just to distract myself from a tiny secret sad in hopes that it won't get bigger. Maybe it's always been there, I don't know. Maybe motivation is sad--or at least, for me. I know it must sound like a questionable theory, but there's just no explaination.
I guess I better go get dressed...it IS four eleven, heh. My dad isn't returning my phone calls and all my guitars are broken. Lisa is sick and Eileen is in Europe. My boyfriend is never not working. It's time to throw myself another PARTY!!!!!
Yes. Yes it is.