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Sometimes I'm in a state of mixed emotions. It is exactly what's happening these days. I finally sat down today and thought about it. I thought, am I sad? Happy? Depressed? Content? I couldn't answer myself. How the fuck am I feeling right now? Hmm..
Christmas certainly did not feel like Christmas. It came too quickly, and it probably felt that way because I was in such a busy rush from the minute school got out to the morning of Christmas Eve. I had to finish last minute shit, including Christmas presents for friends to give to their parents and fimo stocking stuffers.
I was getting ready for bed the night before Christmas Eve, and realized that I was so busy and scatterbrained, that I forgot about presents for my parents and my brother. I had started writing a poem for my family, explaining the lack of gifts from me to them, but after about an hour scrapped it and went up to my loft. I ended up staying up all night until 5 in the morning making them stuff out of fimo. I couldn't believe it. That for one I forgot about presents, and second that I stayed up ALL night. I think I had superpowers for a minute. At least I had my tiny tv to keep me company.
But anyway, Christmas. Was really really nice. Eve was at Kerry and Scott's. It was sweet, I spent a good percent of the night with Meredith. Oh Meredith, how I love her so. And Christmas day was fun as well. Brady, Eli, and Chase were, as usual, freaking awesome. And gifts equaled YES. Toys, Boy Meets World Season 3, This Is England, Holy Grail, Paris je T'aime, Free massage, Production Premium. It was fucking great.
Maris is coming over tomorrow. It really has been way too long since we last hung out. We'll watch movies, go to the Corner Bar. The usual. And there will be a little fimo bonanza somewhere in there too.
Speaking of fimo blowout bonanza, I need to begin the arrangements with Laura. And also squeeze the 90s dance party with Josh in as well. God, look at all these things undone.
New Years is coming up. Don't know what I'm doing. Chad wants me to babysit. At first I told him I would most likely be busy, but now I think I would want to jump on the opportunity to hang out with the boys. I probably won't be seeing them until something like 2 months or so from now.
I gotta get out of here. My life is really jumbled and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with myself. I feel like there's something missing. Something really big, but I don't know what it is. I need to get my shit together. I need to stop wasting time. Wasting life. It's too short. I am sitting in a spider web, but it has a huge hole in it. If I don't find something to fill the gap, I'll fall through and get stomped on.
What a horrible analogy. It's all I could think of.
Christmas certainly did not feel like Christmas. It came too quickly, and it probably felt that way because I was in such a busy rush from the minute school got out to the morning of Christmas Eve. I had to finish last minute shit, including Christmas presents for friends to give to their parents and fimo stocking stuffers.
I was getting ready for bed the night before Christmas Eve, and realized that I was so busy and scatterbrained, that I forgot about presents for my parents and my brother. I had started writing a poem for my family, explaining the lack of gifts from me to them, but after about an hour scrapped it and went up to my loft. I ended up staying up all night until 5 in the morning making them stuff out of fimo. I couldn't believe it. That for one I forgot about presents, and second that I stayed up ALL night. I think I had superpowers for a minute. At least I had my tiny tv to keep me company.
But anyway, Christmas. Was really really nice. Eve was at Kerry and Scott's. It was sweet, I spent a good percent of the night with Meredith. Oh Meredith, how I love her so. And Christmas day was fun as well. Brady, Eli, and Chase were, as usual, freaking awesome. And gifts equaled YES. Toys, Boy Meets World Season 3, This Is England, Holy Grail, Paris je T'aime, Free massage, Production Premium. It was fucking great.
Maris is coming over tomorrow. It really has been way too long since we last hung out. We'll watch movies, go to the Corner Bar. The usual. And there will be a little fimo bonanza somewhere in there too.
Speaking of fimo blowout bonanza, I need to begin the arrangements with Laura. And also squeeze the 90s dance party with Josh in as well. God, look at all these things undone.
New Years is coming up. Don't know what I'm doing. Chad wants me to babysit. At first I told him I would most likely be busy, but now I think I would want to jump on the opportunity to hang out with the boys. I probably won't be seeing them until something like 2 months or so from now.
I gotta get out of here. My life is really jumbled and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with myself. I feel like there's something missing. Something really big, but I don't know what it is. I need to get my shit together. I need to stop wasting time. Wasting life. It's too short. I am sitting in a spider web, but it has a huge hole in it. If I don't find something to fill the gap, I'll fall through and get stomped on.
What a horrible analogy. It's all I could think of.