So...
February vacation is now over. I have school tomorrow. This fucking sucks. I also have some work to do on this bullshit English thesis I have to write because I'm a fucking senior that I didn't do...oh well, it's not due until Tuesday. This vacation absolutely sucked, and it ended quicker then it came. Valentine's day was good, but that seemed like so long ago. Now what do I have to look forward to...well, my birthday...but I hate birthdays. Going to see Blue Man Group is pretty much it I guess. Baseball is starting soon, so that should be fun. But all I can think about is the work I have to do in school now...I'm so sick of school...as I'm sure everyone else is also.
This vacation was fucking awful...worst I've had in a long time. I spent the whole beginning of the week miserable, sleeping all day, waking up to eat and watch a little t.v., and then slept until dinner, which I woke up for, ate, and pretty much went back to bed. I didn't want to do anything, I had no urge to move, I guess I can say I had no urge to live which is why I tried to spend most of my time unconcious. I'm trying to remember the first time I actually did something...I think it was Wednesday night...don't ask me what I did. I did something with Danielle, I think I went over her house. Sounds right. Yeah, we rented a movie. I left, and the next day I had to work. Went out with Danielle again after, and went to her house again. Certain points of that night were good, certain points were bad. A few things in particular, but whatever. Friday I went out with Sunny, Saturday I went over Danielle's house after she got out of work...and that's that. Today I had to work, had a big lunch that my mom made, and now I'm here...school tomorrow...
I have mixed feelings...I can't really describe what I feel right now, I don't really want to either...I hope it just goes away because it definitely isn't good.
On a better note, Rick is home from Mexico...I missed that fucking whore. Oh well...
There's so much shit I want to just fucking spill out right now...but I can't. And I'm a little hesitant to do so. So I guess I'm gonna go now. Gonna watch Death to Smoochie. Peece.
This vacation was fucking awful...worst I've had in a long time. I spent the whole beginning of the week miserable, sleeping all day, waking up to eat and watch a little t.v., and then slept until dinner, which I woke up for, ate, and pretty much went back to bed. I didn't want to do anything, I had no urge to move, I guess I can say I had no urge to live which is why I tried to spend most of my time unconcious. I'm trying to remember the first time I actually did something...I think it was Wednesday night...don't ask me what I did. I did something with Danielle, I think I went over her house. Sounds right. Yeah, we rented a movie. I left, and the next day I had to work. Went out with Danielle again after, and went to her house again. Certain points of that night were good, certain points were bad. A few things in particular, but whatever. Friday I went out with Sunny, Saturday I went over Danielle's house after she got out of work...and that's that. Today I had to work, had a big lunch that my mom made, and now I'm here...school tomorrow...
I have mixed feelings...I can't really describe what I feel right now, I don't really want to either...I hope it just goes away because it definitely isn't good.
On a better note, Rick is home from Mexico...I missed that fucking whore. Oh well...
There's so much shit I want to just fucking spill out right now...but I can't. And I'm a little hesitant to do so. So I guess I'm gonna go now. Gonna watch Death to Smoochie. Peece.