i'm sorry for being a child
well well well.
what was supposed to be my care-free, delightful, shiny shiny summer has melted into a recipe for disaster. mounting suspicions continue mounting [i thought i'd play the "ambiguity" game, too, ha ha], and now i have determined, without much of a shadow of a doubt, that these "suspicions" are, indeed, true. which makes me angry and very, very sad. i have now spent a good hour and a half bawling in the dark and getting misquito bites while contemplating running away.
i called ben, who i don't talk to very much at all anymore, and, in case anyone was wondering, i miss a lot. we do not talk because he works a hundred thousand hours a day. he argues that he spends all his spare time with me, which he does, so i don't blame him; i instead blame eli. who i have learned to blame everything on.
the problem with posting anything HONEST is that there are four very key people who i stand to hurt or upset in the process. so to person number one: we need to talk. person number two: we talk too much. person number three: i wish we talked more. person number four: you have some talking to do.
i hope that clears a whole hell of a lot up. i'm very, very confused about my social circle. for this reason, i will not attend the star wars movie marathon. ben won't either, as he has to play dungeons and dragons. tsk tsk tsk.
i saw ian today and took him to the museum. i have to say this about the museum: they MOVED the HUGE BOWL OF FRUIT into storage. this was one of the more disappointing corners of my day. another was getting stuck in rush hour traffic towards vancouver. oh. my. god. never again. ian was very impressed with the mall, though [pioneer place]; apparently it's "huge." shouldn't show him lloyd center. he'd fucking pass out.
in all honesty, i'm dryly amused with the soap opera quality of my life as of. the novelty is quickly wearing off, though, i'll admit. i really much preferred not worrying about anything. i mean come on. it's the summer before college! we're supposed to be living it up.
[sigh.] i'm miserable. dan szymkowiak can be creditted with lightening my mood yesterday at coffee time. alex blair was there! he's still cute. looks like ian. AND THEN i remembered that alex's MIDDLE NAME happens to BE ian. isn't that creepy? i know. i thought so too.
here's a picture of my shoe. just because i know how you kids like your stories illustrated.
what was supposed to be my care-free, delightful, shiny shiny summer has melted into a recipe for disaster. mounting suspicions continue mounting [i thought i'd play the "ambiguity" game, too, ha ha], and now i have determined, without much of a shadow of a doubt, that these "suspicions" are, indeed, true. which makes me angry and very, very sad. i have now spent a good hour and a half bawling in the dark and getting misquito bites while contemplating running away.
i called ben, who i don't talk to very much at all anymore, and, in case anyone was wondering, i miss a lot. we do not talk because he works a hundred thousand hours a day. he argues that he spends all his spare time with me, which he does, so i don't blame him; i instead blame eli. who i have learned to blame everything on.
the problem with posting anything HONEST is that there are four very key people who i stand to hurt or upset in the process. so to person number one: we need to talk. person number two: we talk too much. person number three: i wish we talked more. person number four: you have some talking to do.
i hope that clears a whole hell of a lot up. i'm very, very confused about my social circle. for this reason, i will not attend the star wars movie marathon. ben won't either, as he has to play dungeons and dragons. tsk tsk tsk.
i saw ian today and took him to the museum. i have to say this about the museum: they MOVED the HUGE BOWL OF FRUIT into storage. this was one of the more disappointing corners of my day. another was getting stuck in rush hour traffic towards vancouver. oh. my. god. never again. ian was very impressed with the mall, though [pioneer place]; apparently it's "huge." shouldn't show him lloyd center. he'd fucking pass out.
in all honesty, i'm dryly amused with the soap opera quality of my life as of. the novelty is quickly wearing off, though, i'll admit. i really much preferred not worrying about anything. i mean come on. it's the summer before college! we're supposed to be living it up.
[sigh.] i'm miserable. dan szymkowiak can be creditted with lightening my mood yesterday at coffee time. alex blair was there! he's still cute. looks like ian. AND THEN i remembered that alex's MIDDLE NAME happens to BE ian. isn't that creepy? i know. i thought so too.
here's a picture of my shoe. just because i know how you kids like your stories illustrated.