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my dad just called and woke me up. screaming in my ear "WAKE UP.. IT'S 9:00!" it's not like it's summer vacation or anything, dad.
i was having this sick ass dream too, i know it began hours earlier into my sleep (or so it seemed...) but i last recall jumping out the window of a motel, and a little foreign girl in a pink nightgown handing me brown leather suitcases out the window and telling me to run. and so i ran, and ran, and found myself at a small train station. i hopped on a train, and rode it out of town. i sat in the caboose, and picked through wooden crates of odds and ends. i think i was by myself, but i really can't remember. eventually i jumped off that train and rolled down a hill into a tree nursery, and sat in the grass waiting for another to arrive. just as i was running after the next train, barefoot, with shoes in one hand and suitcases in the other, my dad called and ruined the climactic ending to my dream. i wonder where i was going.
yesterday i babysat giovanni from 7:45 to 3:45. he wasn't as bad as he usually is. we played mario kart and shrek operation and go fish and spongebob for playstation. i wish i was 6 again.
last night bobby and curt picked me up and we went to rich's dads house. i'm scared of rich's drunk ass dad. i swear to god he's like don vito, you can't understand a word he's saying when he's talking to you, but he doesn't shut up. he passed out around 8 and rich went and fucked with him when he was sleeping. haha. don vito. russick and wes were there. we watched some whack ass movie, and they all played pool. then we went to dunkin donuts and my dad picked me up.
i'm so tired, i was on the telephoneeee until 3 and i woke up at 7:00 because my dog was scratching at my door, fell back asleep, and my dad woke me up at 9. god damn.
PLAN-IT-X-FEST TODAY! i am SO excited. the only possible thing which can ruin my day today, is EJ up my ass every 5 seconds asking me to go off with him, and fuck that- he can forget about it. i already told him numerous times I DO NOT want to be with him, i told him i just wanted to be friends, but he doesn't seem to understand. and makes that evident in his 14 phone calls a day, that i don't pick up. i'm not even nice to him anymore. i make him cry, every time he calls me. because i tell him how much i DON'T want to be with him, and everything that would be wrong if i ever were to be with him. and i tell him to his face how i have feelings for other people, because, i've never met someone so obsessed in my entire life and i just want him to accept the fact that i will NEVER date him. okay? i'm awful, i know, but dude. fucking realize i don't like you. i'll probably end up telling him we can't be friends at all, cause i know he'll never accept that and just end up becoming even more attached to me than he is already (after he's hung out with me, once). so i can only imagine what would happen if i actually hung out with him on a regular basis. fuck that. i can't even stand his personality, and every time he criticizes someone else to sound badass, but it really doesn't make sense. and how he gets so offended when people kid around with him, and how he has NO personality and really has never made me laugh. and how he cries over everything. and how he carries all drama out to its fullest, and doesn't let things alone. dag. i just tore him apart.
the rest of this week should be fun, too. then on sunday morning i'm leaving for vermont for my grandmother's 80th birthday. staying until monday night.
and apparently i'm going to cape cod this summer too? so i'm excited for that.
i need to go take a shower.
i was having this sick ass dream too, i know it began hours earlier into my sleep (or so it seemed...) but i last recall jumping out the window of a motel, and a little foreign girl in a pink nightgown handing me brown leather suitcases out the window and telling me to run. and so i ran, and ran, and found myself at a small train station. i hopped on a train, and rode it out of town. i sat in the caboose, and picked through wooden crates of odds and ends. i think i was by myself, but i really can't remember. eventually i jumped off that train and rolled down a hill into a tree nursery, and sat in the grass waiting for another to arrive. just as i was running after the next train, barefoot, with shoes in one hand and suitcases in the other, my dad called and ruined the climactic ending to my dream. i wonder where i was going.
yesterday i babysat giovanni from 7:45 to 3:45. he wasn't as bad as he usually is. we played mario kart and shrek operation and go fish and spongebob for playstation. i wish i was 6 again.
last night bobby and curt picked me up and we went to rich's dads house. i'm scared of rich's drunk ass dad. i swear to god he's like don vito, you can't understand a word he's saying when he's talking to you, but he doesn't shut up. he passed out around 8 and rich went and fucked with him when he was sleeping. haha. don vito. russick and wes were there. we watched some whack ass movie, and they all played pool. then we went to dunkin donuts and my dad picked me up.
i'm so tired, i was on the telephoneeee until 3 and i woke up at 7:00 because my dog was scratching at my door, fell back asleep, and my dad woke me up at 9. god damn.
PLAN-IT-X-FEST TODAY! i am SO excited. the only possible thing which can ruin my day today, is EJ up my ass every 5 seconds asking me to go off with him, and fuck that- he can forget about it. i already told him numerous times I DO NOT want to be with him, i told him i just wanted to be friends, but he doesn't seem to understand. and makes that evident in his 14 phone calls a day, that i don't pick up. i'm not even nice to him anymore. i make him cry, every time he calls me. because i tell him how much i DON'T want to be with him, and everything that would be wrong if i ever were to be with him. and i tell him to his face how i have feelings for other people, because, i've never met someone so obsessed in my entire life and i just want him to accept the fact that i will NEVER date him. okay? i'm awful, i know, but dude. fucking realize i don't like you. i'll probably end up telling him we can't be friends at all, cause i know he'll never accept that and just end up becoming even more attached to me than he is already (after he's hung out with me, once). so i can only imagine what would happen if i actually hung out with him on a regular basis. fuck that. i can't even stand his personality, and every time he criticizes someone else to sound badass, but it really doesn't make sense. and how he gets so offended when people kid around with him, and how he has NO personality and really has never made me laugh. and how he cries over everything. and how he carries all drama out to its fullest, and doesn't let things alone. dag. i just tore him apart.
the rest of this week should be fun, too. then on sunday morning i'm leaving for vermont for my grandmother's 80th birthday. staying until monday night.
and apparently i'm going to cape cod this summer too? so i'm excited for that.
i need to go take a shower.