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I woke up in my girlfriends moms bed yesterday at 7 at night, and started panicking, thinking it was morning. It was just a bad way to wake up. I missed Easter dinner with all them, and I missed it with my mom, too. Missed Easter with my dad, too, but for other reasons.
I think I was over there for about 4 days straight, no one even looks up when I stumble out of Heathers room at 10 in the morning, hungry, and finding nothing to eat. Maybe thats why me and her have started a dialouge with the guy we see at QT so often. Its wierd feeling comfortable, shoeless in a gas station. Its also wierd feeling wierd sleeping in your own bed. You know how it feels like something is inside your head, screaming, when you can't concentrate or think for shit? Things have been like that for me, in the few minutes I've taken to sit and think these past few days. Thinking isn't required any more, though, just laughing and driving. And video games. Best not to forget those.
I finally get my beach trip either this weekend or next. Going to my moms boyfriends beach house. Almost a pity to call it a house, it has its own fucking elevator. Beach mansion, perhaps. Either way, I get to be there, with Heather. I promise to take the camera, this time, too many things I can't keep pictures of in my head.
I got a penny-arcade hoodie, no other article of clothing could make me feel so complete. My dad wants me to paint my room. I don't think he likes the dark blue. I told him "Ok", but I'm thinking I want to cover it with art. Lots of art. Penny arcade posters are art. Also- I am a consumer whore.
I think I was over there for about 4 days straight, no one even looks up when I stumble out of Heathers room at 10 in the morning, hungry, and finding nothing to eat. Maybe thats why me and her have started a dialouge with the guy we see at QT so often. Its wierd feeling comfortable, shoeless in a gas station. Its also wierd feeling wierd sleeping in your own bed. You know how it feels like something is inside your head, screaming, when you can't concentrate or think for shit? Things have been like that for me, in the few minutes I've taken to sit and think these past few days. Thinking isn't required any more, though, just laughing and driving. And video games. Best not to forget those.
I finally get my beach trip either this weekend or next. Going to my moms boyfriends beach house. Almost a pity to call it a house, it has its own fucking elevator. Beach mansion, perhaps. Either way, I get to be there, with Heather. I promise to take the camera, this time, too many things I can't keep pictures of in my head.
I got a penny-arcade hoodie, no other article of clothing could make me feel so complete. My dad wants me to paint my room. I don't think he likes the dark blue. I told him "Ok", but I'm thinking I want to cover it with art. Lots of art. Penny arcade posters are art. Also- I am a consumer whore.