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Going to Bend today, finally, to hang out with friends. My ass and stomach feel just fine, though I'm bringing medicines and creams with me regardless. It sucks because it's supposed to be 91 today, and I have a bunch of outfits I want to wear, but they're either too warm for this weather, or they look bad on me, because my stomach is all big and yucky. I need to lose weight, hardcore. Maybe not hardcore, but like, 15 pounds or something. Just so I can slim down enough to not look preggers.
I really hate hot weather, because I like to wear boots and heavy coats and scarves and layers. Summer is not the time for me. I hate wearing tank tops and shorts and that sort of thing, I just do. I've never voluntarily worn flip-flops, either. I don't like 'em, no sir. I'm the Summer Scrooge.
My step-mom wants to know THIS MINUTE where I'm meeting my friends today, but I don't know, because they don't know. I have to call them when I'm heading into town so that I know where they are. They're the kind of people who don't just stick around in one place waiting for someone. Eugh, so I sort of feel like I'm bugging people by calling them and being like "UM DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO BE FOUR HOURS FROM NOW? CAN YOU FIGURE OUT A PLACE TO BE? I NEED TO KNOW PRETTY MUCH RIGHT NOW." I feel so annoying. And so annoyed. BUT SO IT GOES BEING A TEENAGER. The step-child, no less. Not to be trusted!
Man, I'm nothing like the other people who live here. I'm so different to them. Oh well. So it goes.
Ooh, I hear an ice-cream truck. I wish I wasn't poor.
I picked up The Difference Engine from the library recently... anyone read it? I'm only on like the second page, to be honest. I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to say I have.
I really hate hot weather, because I like to wear boots and heavy coats and scarves and layers. Summer is not the time for me. I hate wearing tank tops and shorts and that sort of thing, I just do. I've never voluntarily worn flip-flops, either. I don't like 'em, no sir. I'm the Summer Scrooge.
My step-mom wants to know THIS MINUTE where I'm meeting my friends today, but I don't know, because they don't know. I have to call them when I'm heading into town so that I know where they are. They're the kind of people who don't just stick around in one place waiting for someone. Eugh, so I sort of feel like I'm bugging people by calling them and being like "UM DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO BE FOUR HOURS FROM NOW? CAN YOU FIGURE OUT A PLACE TO BE? I NEED TO KNOW PRETTY MUCH RIGHT NOW." I feel so annoying. And so annoyed. BUT SO IT GOES BEING A TEENAGER. The step-child, no less. Not to be trusted!
Man, I'm nothing like the other people who live here. I'm so different to them. Oh well. So it goes.
Ooh, I hear an ice-cream truck. I wish I wasn't poor.
I picked up The Difference Engine from the library recently... anyone read it? I'm only on like the second page, to be honest. I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to say I have.