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there is a blister on my toe that just popped and i am not thrilled about it.
5 day weekend coming up. i am excited.
i miss my friends.
everyone at home. i kinda feel like everyone forgets about me.
ernie is too busy. i hate it. i miss him. i'm kinda being a brat. i mean i am happy that he's finally getting to actually do stuff in the studios. but i don't see him ever now. sometimes he'll come over after work at 12, but by that time i am already sleeping because i work at 9 everyday so the only time we spend together is sleeping. which doesn't count.
uttles came up last friday. it was fun. i love it when people come to visit me. it sucks that he was the only one because i was anticipating a bunch of people but whatev. it was still really awesome. the next day he drove me to the train station and dropped me off across the street. when i got to the door of the station this old man opened the door. i thanked him and he started being like, "you are so beautiful, do you know how beautiful you are? i can't get over how pretty you are, etc..." sweet old man, right? nope. the answer is creepy. he then asked me where i go to school, i told him berklee and then he's like, "oh i love stravinski and schubert, blah blah blah" and i'm like yeah that's great. then he's like let's go over here, i go because that is where i have to buy my ticket. he tells me to sit down while rubbing my back up and down, i tell him i have to go and buy my ticket. then he asks me where i am from. i tell him that i live out of boston, pretty far away. at this point he is holding my arm and ew. then he was like, "oh well i was gonna go to the library, i have my car here, maybe you could come with me to the library and i could drive you home." i was completely freaked out. he was still holding my arm, squeezing and pleading to drive me home. i told him i had to go because my mom was waiting for me at the station and then he let go of my arm, and stroked my back and said oh ok are you sure you don't want me to drive you. we could stop at the library and you can put your suitcase in my car and then go to my house and i'll drive you home. i say no that's okay i have to go and start walking away. then he grabbed me again and asked me my name. i gave him my fake name and he was like wow, you are so beautiful. i wish i could take you home with me. and then i just walked away to the ticket window, and he followed me, so instead of going to the teller i went to the commuter rail info guy and then old creepy fuckface backed off. i was so freaked out i was shaking at the window and then after i got my ticket i went to the bathroom and freaked out crying for a sec, and was convinced that he was still outside. even though i couldn't see him anywhere. i was really close to calling uttley back and making him turn around and come and wait for the train with me. but i didn't want to freak him out with my crazy fears and paranoia.
ew.
other than that nastiness, things have been good.
i just miss my pals.
growing up is lame.
5 day weekend coming up. i am excited.
i miss my friends.
everyone at home. i kinda feel like everyone forgets about me.
ernie is too busy. i hate it. i miss him. i'm kinda being a brat. i mean i am happy that he's finally getting to actually do stuff in the studios. but i don't see him ever now. sometimes he'll come over after work at 12, but by that time i am already sleeping because i work at 9 everyday so the only time we spend together is sleeping. which doesn't count.
uttles came up last friday. it was fun. i love it when people come to visit me. it sucks that he was the only one because i was anticipating a bunch of people but whatev. it was still really awesome. the next day he drove me to the train station and dropped me off across the street. when i got to the door of the station this old man opened the door. i thanked him and he started being like, "you are so beautiful, do you know how beautiful you are? i can't get over how pretty you are, etc..." sweet old man, right? nope. the answer is creepy. he then asked me where i go to school, i told him berklee and then he's like, "oh i love stravinski and schubert, blah blah blah" and i'm like yeah that's great. then he's like let's go over here, i go because that is where i have to buy my ticket. he tells me to sit down while rubbing my back up and down, i tell him i have to go and buy my ticket. then he asks me where i am from. i tell him that i live out of boston, pretty far away. at this point he is holding my arm and ew. then he was like, "oh well i was gonna go to the library, i have my car here, maybe you could come with me to the library and i could drive you home." i was completely freaked out. he was still holding my arm, squeezing and pleading to drive me home. i told him i had to go because my mom was waiting for me at the station and then he let go of my arm, and stroked my back and said oh ok are you sure you don't want me to drive you. we could stop at the library and you can put your suitcase in my car and then go to my house and i'll drive you home. i say no that's okay i have to go and start walking away. then he grabbed me again and asked me my name. i gave him my fake name and he was like wow, you are so beautiful. i wish i could take you home with me. and then i just walked away to the ticket window, and he followed me, so instead of going to the teller i went to the commuter rail info guy and then old creepy fuckface backed off. i was so freaked out i was shaking at the window and then after i got my ticket i went to the bathroom and freaked out crying for a sec, and was convinced that he was still outside. even though i couldn't see him anywhere. i was really close to calling uttley back and making him turn around and come and wait for the train with me. but i didn't want to freak him out with my crazy fears and paranoia.
ew.
other than that nastiness, things have been good.
i just miss my pals.
growing up is lame.