Living weekend to weekend
Often I wish my life were more tragic, so as to have fantastical pieces of writing to construct. but no.
Northstar makes me want to drink wine and do ballet. in my fairy wings.
I have wicked anxiety. My report card sucked. alot alot alot. and school just stresses me the fuck out!!!
and not only am I unemployed, I am very unemployed, and it is really very kind of sad.
I always feel like everyone but me is doing things. I'd have to explain this because it's very elaborate, but I don't really know how. I just do all this stuff that I have to do, and nothing else, nothing I enjoy, nothing that gets me anywhere, just the shit they force at me and point at, to say, do it.
Have you ever wondered what it takes to be one of those people that recieve 100+ comments on a livejournal post, or have 9,000 "friends" on myspace?
Me neither.
Obviously, being that popular online requires an emormous amount of coolness that I just can't begin to fathom. you can spot their insane effort before even clicking on the link to their page. My opinion on the matter...
LAME.
I'll stick to writing about things no one cares about. I'd rather be real and human than some subhuman internet barbie. you know?
For some reason all my weekdays go by real vaguely and i'm always finding myself waiting for the weekend. As much as i complain and as much as i hate doing nothing, i jsut want the weekend to come.
tristhen! is my boy. i like doing nothing with him. yayayaaaa
done.