and again
I keep failing at talking to Jack. This is all I ever talk about to anybody anymore. I'm getting so damn pathetic. I disgust myself. So for the rest of this entry I will not mention Jack at all. Actually, yes I will.
Yesterday in American Lit we were talking about eating disorders for about five minutes. Longest five minutes of my life, or at least the longest five minutes of yesterday. My teacher got into the conversation too, which was awkward. She talked about how she had students with obvious eating disorders in the 80s, but now she doesn't know of any.
I am awful at writing in this thing.
I went to Inos today with Becca and (ehem) Jack. We ate, we talked, we conquered. Jack and Becca tried those nasty sauces that we assume never get changed. I'm hoping they haven't gotten food poisoning. Inos is kinda sketch.
At some point I should really do all my cherubs application stuff. It's kinda due in two weeks and it won't get done unless I do it this weekend. Shit.
Yesterday in American Lit we were talking about eating disorders for about five minutes. Longest five minutes of my life, or at least the longest five minutes of yesterday. My teacher got into the conversation too, which was awkward. She talked about how she had students with obvious eating disorders in the 80s, but now she doesn't know of any.
I am awful at writing in this thing.
I went to Inos today with Becca and (ehem) Jack. We ate, we talked, we conquered. Jack and Becca tried those nasty sauces that we assume never get changed. I'm hoping they haven't gotten food poisoning. Inos is kinda sketch.
At some point I should really do all my cherubs application stuff. It's kinda due in two weeks and it won't get done unless I do it this weekend. Shit.