III... have a... HEADACHE.
whatthaJESUS!
Family's here. I've got no place to sleep. Beds + Couch + MY BED (more specifically) have been taken over.
Yes. It is 4:56AM, and I REFUSE to go to sleep... Ultimately because I've got no where to do so.
Children were making noise on my side of the house, adults were asleep on the other side of the house, and Rachel was hiding/took over my computer. BAH.
She wanted quiet time. SHE GOT IT.
Damn finaces, getting in the way of things...
I'm drinking someone's Diet Pepsi, I don't know who's it is.
I don't care.
I wanted it.
It's mine.
Fucking...
So, I'm getting married. Or, rather, as I'm urged to entitle it: "I'm engaged."
It's weird, you know, waiting for something like this to come along...
And it's here...
So, naturally, I'm already planning the wedding that will take place either Sept. 27th, 2011, OR 2012.
Well, actually that depends on if it's a weekend...
hmmm...
Actually, now that I look it up, NEITHER are on a weekend. Bah. Oh well...
This is fuct up. Yes, with a t. Because I'm 12 and cool again...
All of a sudden.
Just like that.
Magic.
Or not. Or something like it.
hmm...
What I meant about being "fuct up" was that...
Projects. Shamelessly throwing projects onto my plate.
Never finish one.
Always another to replace it.
Besides... It's not for a long time, right?
My knee hurts.
Damn arthritis.
And I fucking thew my god damn wrist out again.
OH! AND I broke a toe last night.
I'm broken.
Damaged goods.
Why does he stick around, anyway?
I'm so BPD, meaning Borderline Personality Disorder-ly.
Fucking birds are chirping. ALREADY?
...
20 minutes ago, coyotes were barking.
Dad says they found food.
He hoped it wasn't the goslings, on the course.
Says it mustn't've been.
Apparently geese are very protective and loud.
(Can you double-contractionate things like "mustn't've"?)
Tabby had babies.
Funny, it's my second time seeing her have them.
Now she knows me so well she doesn't growl when I kidnap the puppies out from underneath her.
Diesel lays with me now, too.
-Hates Anthony.
Apparently Deezie's still pissed that Anthony kicked him when he bit him.
hmm... Confusing enough for the outsider?
My eyes burn.
Just took my contacts out.
Glasses are nice for a change.
Though, I'll hate them when I have to go out in them.
...
Funny, this is the first I've been awake this early since...
Well, since I pulled that all-nighter to hand in shit that wasn't even due because someone decided to cancel class... AHEM!
But really, not for "pleasure" in a longgg time.
I read a book.
In the bath.
While escaping munchkin land.
This is a long entry, talking about nothing.
And everything at the same time...
All but what I wanted to write about...
You know, about he who has me on some limited friend's list.
Afraid I'll get too close?
It was you, may I remind, that chose to get that close.
It was also you, who left it like that.
No beginning, no end, just at what it was.
That one night...
Weird how people come and go.
Especially those who you become quite attached to.
So, there.
I spoke of it.
I've said what I had to say.
Now I'll go be wedding crazy.
And check when my planner's coming in.
Because I can.
And...
I should.
I'm so tired.
(And my foot's asleep.)
Someone should wake up, so I can have their bed...
Family's here. I've got no place to sleep. Beds + Couch + MY BED (more specifically) have been taken over.
Yes. It is 4:56AM, and I REFUSE to go to sleep... Ultimately because I've got no where to do so.
Children were making noise on my side of the house, adults were asleep on the other side of the house, and Rachel was hiding/took over my computer. BAH.
She wanted quiet time. SHE GOT IT.
Damn finaces, getting in the way of things...
I'm drinking someone's Diet Pepsi, I don't know who's it is.
I don't care.
I wanted it.
It's mine.
Fucking...
So, I'm getting married. Or, rather, as I'm urged to entitle it: "I'm engaged."
It's weird, you know, waiting for something like this to come along...
And it's here...
So, naturally, I'm already planning the wedding that will take place either Sept. 27th, 2011, OR 2012.
Well, actually that depends on if it's a weekend...
hmmm...
Actually, now that I look it up, NEITHER are on a weekend. Bah. Oh well...
This is fuct up. Yes, with a t. Because I'm 12 and cool again...
All of a sudden.
Just like that.
Magic.
Or not. Or something like it.
hmm...
What I meant about being "fuct up" was that...
Projects. Shamelessly throwing projects onto my plate.
Never finish one.
Always another to replace it.
Besides... It's not for a long time, right?
My knee hurts.
Damn arthritis.
And I fucking thew my god damn wrist out again.
OH! AND I broke a toe last night.
I'm broken.
Damaged goods.
Why does he stick around, anyway?
I'm so BPD, meaning Borderline Personality Disorder-ly.
Fucking birds are chirping. ALREADY?
...
20 minutes ago, coyotes were barking.
Dad says they found food.
He hoped it wasn't the goslings, on the course.
Says it mustn't've been.
Apparently geese are very protective and loud.
(Can you double-contractionate things like "mustn't've"?)
Tabby had babies.
Funny, it's my second time seeing her have them.
Now she knows me so well she doesn't growl when I kidnap the puppies out from underneath her.
Diesel lays with me now, too.
-Hates Anthony.
Apparently Deezie's still pissed that Anthony kicked him when he bit him.
hmm... Confusing enough for the outsider?
My eyes burn.
Just took my contacts out.
Glasses are nice for a change.
Though, I'll hate them when I have to go out in them.
...
Funny, this is the first I've been awake this early since...
Well, since I pulled that all-nighter to hand in shit that wasn't even due because someone decided to cancel class... AHEM!
But really, not for "pleasure" in a longgg time.
I read a book.
In the bath.
While escaping munchkin land.
This is a long entry, talking about nothing.
And everything at the same time...
All but what I wanted to write about...
You know, about he who has me on some limited friend's list.
Afraid I'll get too close?
It was you, may I remind, that chose to get that close.
It was also you, who left it like that.
No beginning, no end, just at what it was.
That one night...
Weird how people come and go.
Especially those who you become quite attached to.
So, there.
I spoke of it.
I've said what I had to say.
Now I'll go be wedding crazy.
And check when my planner's coming in.
Because I can.
And...
I should.
I'm so tired.
(And my foot's asleep.)
Someone should wake up, so I can have their bed...