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This weekend was decent. I did what I usually do. Went to parties, didn't talk to girls, drank, smoked too many P-funks, and then passed out. It's getting to be the same old same old. I feel like I'm missing out on so much back at home. I'm bored. My night has consisted of not writing a paper that I need to write and downloading waayyyy too much sad country. Thats what I live off of these days: ramen, easy mac, sad country, and Evergreen Terrace. I've been thinking way too much lately about things that don't really matter, about things that shouldn't matter anymore, and things that don't matter but should, and its getting to me. I'm sick, I'm tired, and I'm sick and tired of it. I find myself complaining in this journal too much lately, but I don't really have too many cheerful things to say nowadays. Sorry everyone.
Bye
P.S.- I have an "old friend" who I don't talk to anymore, and I used to make fun of them for liking Jack Johnson, and I apoligize now, becuase Jack Johnson is the fucking shit.
Bye
P.S.- I have an "old friend" who I don't talk to anymore, and I used to make fun of them for liking Jack Johnson, and I apoligize now, becuase Jack Johnson is the fucking shit.