Once, we were monsters.
So today I got my sewing machine.
I cleaned most of it twice. I'm letting it dry tonight, and will probably work more on it tomorrow.
My hands smell like Mr. Clean, and I feel like a jerk.
I'm not allowed to go to Jason's party tomorrow, and he isn't online, so I'll have to e-mail him to let him know.
Earlier, I checked my e-mail, and he had sent me directions, just in case.
I feel like the biggest jerk. I keep cancelling on a friend.
I asked my mom twice, and nothing.
I need to stop telling her things.
I want time to go by faster, faster.
I miss everyone. So much.
I was sorting sead beads again last night at midnight because I couldn't not. Those things are tiny, and they force me to concentrate.
Worked on Sam's bag for hours before my dad came home with my machine. It's turning out to be more complicated than mine was to make.
There's an Idle Sons concert coming up at the Chubby Pickle.
Jess and I saw them ages ago, in grade seven? In Windsor, at Wheels. We don't remember much of it, except that they were good.
I don't think we'll go, even though I'd like to. I wish wish wish I could drive. Even though I'm not sure if anyone will be back in time to go with me.
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Tomorrow I get out and do something. Preferably in the way of excersise, as I'm feeling thoroughly useless and lazy right now, and I need to do some yoga or pilates or something. Maybe out on the deck.
Plus, if I stay inside tomorrow, I'll make myself crazy.
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Jerk.
I cleaned most of it twice. I'm letting it dry tonight, and will probably work more on it tomorrow.
My hands smell like Mr. Clean, and I feel like a jerk.
I'm not allowed to go to Jason's party tomorrow, and he isn't online, so I'll have to e-mail him to let him know.
Earlier, I checked my e-mail, and he had sent me directions, just in case.
I feel like the biggest jerk. I keep cancelling on a friend.
I asked my mom twice, and nothing.
I need to stop telling her things.
I want time to go by faster, faster.
I miss everyone. So much.
I was sorting sead beads again last night at midnight because I couldn't not. Those things are tiny, and they force me to concentrate.
Worked on Sam's bag for hours before my dad came home with my machine. It's turning out to be more complicated than mine was to make.
There's an Idle Sons concert coming up at the Chubby Pickle.
Jess and I saw them ages ago, in grade seven? In Windsor, at Wheels. We don't remember much of it, except that they were good.
I don't think we'll go, even though I'd like to. I wish wish wish I could drive. Even though I'm not sure if anyone will be back in time to go with me.
------
Tomorrow I get out and do something. Preferably in the way of excersise, as I'm feeling thoroughly useless and lazy right now, and I need to do some yoga or pilates or something. Maybe out on the deck.
Plus, if I stay inside tomorrow, I'll make myself crazy.
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Jerk.