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So, I've been sleeping in my contacts for the past four days, and keep waking up with so much gunk in my eyes I have to rub it out before I can even open them. I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were so fucking red, I didn't even think they could get that way. I think I'm going to wear glasses for the rest of the month. Yeah, three days, fuck you.
Last night, Yaralee brought up a super old LiveJournal I had from 2005, which was freshman year at Wilcox. Man, I was such a publicly heart-aching young girl. Now I just don't sleep and listen to sad music and have no friends. What an improvement! Oh, well. I'm actually doing this thing where I stop trying to push every human being out of my social circle (I'm not sure why I've ever done that in the first place), and start being a little, well, social. Social circle, social, I think they go hand-in-hand. 'Henyways..
I actually have class in about an hour, I was debating on straightening my hair, but it's fucking raining outside, so fuck that. I think I'll just update my LiveJournal like I used to do when I was 14 and call it a day. The real reason why I don't do that anymore, though, is because I'm so scared of mentioning people in this. I don't even know why, it's not like anyone reads it. So, that way, I'm extremely mysterious when I post "You suck, I hate you, go to Hell," and then two months later I go back to read it and had no idea who I was even hating. So, I think I need to start posting bad things about people, even if it makes them hate me. Because, well, if I'm posting bad things about them, I probably hate them too. Damn.
My eyes fucking hurt so bad. My glasses AND contact cases are all at my mom's. T-minus four classes until then I'm back there for the weekend. I hope I remember to go to Jerry's Artarama after my math class to get paint for my art class at 4:00. I probably won't. Then, I'll fail design. It's ok, no one expects me to do well in a class like that anyways. OH, and I need to sign up for the room draw by, like, tomorrow or some shit so I'm not stuck in Barrows/Lesbian Lockup/Tampon Tower for another fucking semester.
Boo-hoo. Time to get ready for my day of doom.
Last night, Yaralee brought up a super old LiveJournal I had from 2005, which was freshman year at Wilcox. Man, I was such a publicly heart-aching young girl. Now I just don't sleep and listen to sad music and have no friends. What an improvement! Oh, well. I'm actually doing this thing where I stop trying to push every human being out of my social circle (I'm not sure why I've ever done that in the first place), and start being a little, well, social. Social circle, social, I think they go hand-in-hand. 'Henyways..
I actually have class in about an hour, I was debating on straightening my hair, but it's fucking raining outside, so fuck that. I think I'll just update my LiveJournal like I used to do when I was 14 and call it a day. The real reason why I don't do that anymore, though, is because I'm so scared of mentioning people in this. I don't even know why, it's not like anyone reads it. So, that way, I'm extremely mysterious when I post "You suck, I hate you, go to Hell," and then two months later I go back to read it and had no idea who I was even hating. So, I think I need to start posting bad things about people, even if it makes them hate me. Because, well, if I'm posting bad things about them, I probably hate them too. Damn.
My eyes fucking hurt so bad. My glasses AND contact cases are all at my mom's. T-minus four classes until then I'm back there for the weekend. I hope I remember to go to Jerry's Artarama after my math class to get paint for my art class at 4:00. I probably won't. Then, I'll fail design. It's ok, no one expects me to do well in a class like that anyways. OH, and I need to sign up for the room draw by, like, tomorrow or some shit so I'm not stuck in Barrows/Lesbian Lockup/Tampon Tower for another fucking semester.
Boo-hoo. Time to get ready for my day of doom.