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I always have so much to say until I actually open this stupid little window and then they all to "whoosh" flying out of my head. Of course it doesn't help too much that my dad is sitting right there and could theoretically be reading anything I'm writing. Ah the joys of the computer being in Mantown. I'm thinking maybe, if I just go use the computer whenever I want whether he's in here or not, maybe he'll get annoyed and put out enough by me to just move the computer to a family room of some sort. Its a long shot, but who knows.
Anyway, as I'm sure you all can tell, I'm home. Home...sweet? home.... Yeah not so sure about the sweet part. Yesterday was the first nice day since I've been back. I miss Florida weather. There have been a lot of times I've walked out of my house in a Tshirt only to be greeted by the chilly New England, isn't it already may?, weather. I keep forgetting I'm not in Florida. I'm still doing the Disney point. I was definitely talking to someone and they mentioned Alabama and I just went "aww Anna Beth". I turned on the TV and Smallville was on and I went "aww Laura". Its weird not seeing them all the time.
I guess its even stranger because I'm not seeing anyone all the time. besides my family. that totally doesn't count, because they drive me insane. I can feel the firm clutches of depression slipping around me again. If only the habitual irritablity and laziness. I'm not depressed anymore though, I'm really not, so the only thing I can think of it being is this house, my family. I love them to death, but I can't be around them all the time.
I'm attempting to find a second job for the summer... I've applied to a bunch of places and haven't really heard anything yet. Brian's trying really hard to get me into Bertucci's but apparently I suck at life and failed the test. Score! I'm seriously the coolest person ever. I really need a job though, if only to get me out of the house for the next month or so. I'm thinking if I don't get one by the week after my birthday I'm just gonna give up.
My birthday is less than two weeks away. Twenty. Entering a whole new decade. I'm sure it'll be rather anticlimatic, but ah well.
I think my Mom's pissed at me for deciding to go to my father's family's cookout instead of her great niece's first birthday party. Such is life, let the passive aggressive guilt trip begin, oh wait, it already has.
If anyone wants to hang out at all I'm always up for an excursion out of Melrose and totally willing to road trip it (that is if Biff isn't being sickly or anything) so just leave a message or call or whatever and we'll totally hook it up.
Now that whole entry was a lot more "blah whine ljljkajlaksjd;fj" than I wanted it to be so I'll leave you with this:
"Princess" shoes - 34 dollars
Wicked hot dress - 30 dollars
Taking friends to dinner at Cinderella's castle - 100 dollars
Experiencing the most magical moment of your life thus far - Priceless
::LOVE::
Anyway, as I'm sure you all can tell, I'm home. Home...sweet? home.... Yeah not so sure about the sweet part. Yesterday was the first nice day since I've been back. I miss Florida weather. There have been a lot of times I've walked out of my house in a Tshirt only to be greeted by the chilly New England, isn't it already may?, weather. I keep forgetting I'm not in Florida. I'm still doing the Disney point. I was definitely talking to someone and they mentioned Alabama and I just went "aww Anna Beth". I turned on the TV and Smallville was on and I went "aww Laura". Its weird not seeing them all the time.
I guess its even stranger because I'm not seeing anyone all the time. besides my family. that totally doesn't count, because they drive me insane. I can feel the firm clutches of depression slipping around me again. If only the habitual irritablity and laziness. I'm not depressed anymore though, I'm really not, so the only thing I can think of it being is this house, my family. I love them to death, but I can't be around them all the time.
I'm attempting to find a second job for the summer... I've applied to a bunch of places and haven't really heard anything yet. Brian's trying really hard to get me into Bertucci's but apparently I suck at life and failed the test. Score! I'm seriously the coolest person ever. I really need a job though, if only to get me out of the house for the next month or so. I'm thinking if I don't get one by the week after my birthday I'm just gonna give up.
My birthday is less than two weeks away. Twenty. Entering a whole new decade. I'm sure it'll be rather anticlimatic, but ah well.
I think my Mom's pissed at me for deciding to go to my father's family's cookout instead of her great niece's first birthday party. Such is life, let the passive aggressive guilt trip begin, oh wait, it already has.
If anyone wants to hang out at all I'm always up for an excursion out of Melrose and totally willing to road trip it (that is if Biff isn't being sickly or anything) so just leave a message or call or whatever and we'll totally hook it up.
Now that whole entry was a lot more "blah whine ljljkajlaksjd;fj" than I wanted it to be so I'll leave you with this:
"Princess" shoes - 34 dollars
Wicked hot dress - 30 dollars
Taking friends to dinner at Cinderella's castle - 100 dollars
Experiencing the most magical moment of your life thus far - Priceless
::LOVE::