Don't be frightened of turning the page...
I'm so tired of not being able to take my self seriously... And it's all over little things...
I've no idea what my speech is about. I should figure that out before tomorrow... It's important... But I just say "meh" and go on my merry way...
I think I'm sick. Not sure... well... pretty sure. Sucking on lozenges like candy won't work for long... I sleep and I sleep... and I sleep... I sleep for 11 or 12 hours straight... and I'm still tired... and it's not oversleeping... because... Well, I just know it's not. My nose is a mess.
My stomach is a mess, too. Blech.
I e-mailed with Mr. Meredith last week? It was good... We... talked smack about a couple people, which was great. Found out we both knew Krysteena...
I IMed with Krysteena yesterday... It was good... We... talked about Mr. Meredith for a while, which was great. Her mom thought he was a pedophile... which Krysteena and I can't understand. Her mom thought so because he gives so much to his students... Whatev. He gives to everybody.
It was really good to talk to Krysteena, though... it had been... maybe a month, which sucks a big one. I really like her. She tells me every time her professors fuck up their subject-verb agreement... Or every time her professors misspell words in the notes... She thinks of me.
Krysteena, you are the grammar nazi of my heart.
Soooooooooooooooooo I've listened to the same song a good four or five times now... I guess I should change it...
I really need to get out and go somewhere right now... but I have homework I need to get done... GAH.
I need to make friends.
I feel like I'm shoving myself down Jonathyn's throat... and I don't want him to get tired of me, lol...
Really though... Like, right now... Michelle's at home and Jonathyn is at work.
I'm sitting here at my computer complaining in my live journal...
I don't want to make friends, though... I go to my classes... and I see some of the people there... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I want to vomit.
Wow.
What a good song.
I hereby claim I wish I'd written "Please Forgive Me," actually written by David Gray... maybe I'll learn to play it and tell everyone I really wrote it and he's just a damn dirty thief.
Meh.
Effort.
I tried learning a new song this week... I get a few measures in and keep giving up. I can play the opening.... but then I get tired of the song and decide to not learn anymore. Maybe some songs are just better to listen to someone else perform...
I'm actually tired of listening to myself play... Which makes me sad...
I wrote... yesterday? Was that yesterday? Nono... The day before. Sunday. I had a lot of time on my hands that day... So I wrote and wrote... I finished a couple things I'd wanted to be finished for quite a while... I felt good, but not good enough to want to start anything new.
I quit my job. If you can call it that. I was at Petco for less than an hour. I wasn't going to be paid what I was told I would be... I wasn't going to be getting the hours I was told I would be... I apologized for wasting their time and left... They didn't apologize to me though, which kinda defeated the purpose of my apologizing.
I hate apologizing when I don't really feel I need to. I think I only do it to get one back. Hmmm...
Gosh, I need friends... I know a lot of people here... It's not like there's a drought of people to hang out with. I just hate people.
Aw, best post ever.
I'm cute.
WTF.
Okay... I guess I could stop here... or I could not.
I was really looking forward to working... Did you know there's a job posting right now... washing dishes for 7 bucks an hour... I would rather wash dishes for 7 than dogs for 5.50.
Bastards.
I'm really dreading this going-out-to-look-for-a-job thing again... Oh well.
Maybe I won't have a job still by the time Atlanta rolls around.
Did I tell you?
Jonathyn and I are going to Atlanta to see They Might Be Giants! I'm so freaking excited... I think people should go just to watch me... I'd charge though. I'm going to be like the crying girl in Gigantic... or... Ooh! An allusion most of my loves would know! "Honestly Sincere" in Birdie... Remember my face? Me. TMBG. That's what it'll be.
Josh could come to catch me when I fall... Aw...
I miss Josh.
I miss April, too.
They were supposed to come up this weekend, but the damned weather and lack of gasoline stranded them in Gainesville... BLAST. They'll be up here another time.
I made cookies... Not just any cookies, but the vegan version of my mom's euphoria cookies! I felt very special, because I enjoyed them... GO ME!
Erg... What else have I done lately...
Nothing really. I took care of Michelle's cat this weekend. I really miss my cat. I'm sort of angry at her though... I think I would be okay if she hadn't gone off into the sunset to die. I would have rather her gone somewhere I could find her.
Isn't that sick? I need her body for closure. God forbid I find her body now, though... A couple months after the fact could be pretty wretched.
I hope I've grossed you out with the visual of my dead cat decomposing.
I need a new toothbrush. Mine is starting to look scary. Maybe I'll go to the store today.
I don't want to.
I don't want to leave my apartment.
I've no idea what my speech is about. I should figure that out before tomorrow... It's important... But I just say "meh" and go on my merry way...
I think I'm sick. Not sure... well... pretty sure. Sucking on lozenges like candy won't work for long... I sleep and I sleep... and I sleep... I sleep for 11 or 12 hours straight... and I'm still tired... and it's not oversleeping... because... Well, I just know it's not. My nose is a mess.
My stomach is a mess, too. Blech.
I e-mailed with Mr. Meredith last week? It was good... We... talked smack about a couple people, which was great. Found out we both knew Krysteena...
I IMed with Krysteena yesterday... It was good... We... talked about Mr. Meredith for a while, which was great. Her mom thought he was a pedophile... which Krysteena and I can't understand. Her mom thought so because he gives so much to his students... Whatev. He gives to everybody.
It was really good to talk to Krysteena, though... it had been... maybe a month, which sucks a big one. I really like her. She tells me every time her professors fuck up their subject-verb agreement... Or every time her professors misspell words in the notes... She thinks of me.
Krysteena, you are the grammar nazi of my heart.
Soooooooooooooooooo I've listened to the same song a good four or five times now... I guess I should change it...
I really need to get out and go somewhere right now... but I have homework I need to get done... GAH.
I need to make friends.
I feel like I'm shoving myself down Jonathyn's throat... and I don't want him to get tired of me, lol...
Really though... Like, right now... Michelle's at home and Jonathyn is at work.
I'm sitting here at my computer complaining in my live journal...
I don't want to make friends, though... I go to my classes... and I see some of the people there... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I want to vomit.
Wow.
What a good song.
I hereby claim I wish I'd written "Please Forgive Me," actually written by David Gray... maybe I'll learn to play it and tell everyone I really wrote it and he's just a damn dirty thief.
Meh.
Effort.
I tried learning a new song this week... I get a few measures in and keep giving up. I can play the opening.... but then I get tired of the song and decide to not learn anymore. Maybe some songs are just better to listen to someone else perform...
I'm actually tired of listening to myself play... Which makes me sad...
I wrote... yesterday? Was that yesterday? Nono... The day before. Sunday. I had a lot of time on my hands that day... So I wrote and wrote... I finished a couple things I'd wanted to be finished for quite a while... I felt good, but not good enough to want to start anything new.
I quit my job. If you can call it that. I was at Petco for less than an hour. I wasn't going to be paid what I was told I would be... I wasn't going to be getting the hours I was told I would be... I apologized for wasting their time and left... They didn't apologize to me though, which kinda defeated the purpose of my apologizing.
I hate apologizing when I don't really feel I need to. I think I only do it to get one back. Hmmm...
Gosh, I need friends... I know a lot of people here... It's not like there's a drought of people to hang out with. I just hate people.
Aw, best post ever.
I'm cute.
WTF.
Okay... I guess I could stop here... or I could not.
I was really looking forward to working... Did you know there's a job posting right now... washing dishes for 7 bucks an hour... I would rather wash dishes for 7 than dogs for 5.50.
Bastards.
I'm really dreading this going-out-to-look-for-a-job thing again... Oh well.
Maybe I won't have a job still by the time Atlanta rolls around.
Did I tell you?
Jonathyn and I are going to Atlanta to see They Might Be Giants! I'm so freaking excited... I think people should go just to watch me... I'd charge though. I'm going to be like the crying girl in Gigantic... or... Ooh! An allusion most of my loves would know! "Honestly Sincere" in Birdie... Remember my face? Me. TMBG. That's what it'll be.
Josh could come to catch me when I fall... Aw...
I miss Josh.
I miss April, too.
They were supposed to come up this weekend, but the damned weather and lack of gasoline stranded them in Gainesville... BLAST. They'll be up here another time.
I made cookies... Not just any cookies, but the vegan version of my mom's euphoria cookies! I felt very special, because I enjoyed them... GO ME!
Erg... What else have I done lately...
Nothing really. I took care of Michelle's cat this weekend. I really miss my cat. I'm sort of angry at her though... I think I would be okay if she hadn't gone off into the sunset to die. I would have rather her gone somewhere I could find her.
Isn't that sick? I need her body for closure. God forbid I find her body now, though... A couple months after the fact could be pretty wretched.
I hope I've grossed you out with the visual of my dead cat decomposing.
I need a new toothbrush. Mine is starting to look scary. Maybe I'll go to the store today.
I don't want to.
I don't want to leave my apartment.