i'm bored!
i'm bored! i have not really anything to say. my life is fun.
this weekend i sang with jazz band. it was exciting! then there was a party at this guy's house...who...i don't really know. but that's okay because there were parents there! and really ridiculously good food! and mr. summers, who is adorable.
what else??? i love overusing punctuation. especially exclamation points!!!
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i want to go to more concerts and see more plays. and be in a musical. i've been feeling very uneasy for the past couple days, and i have no idea why. maybe i manque religion. oops. that was a french word
haha that's probably not why i feel uneasy, also. i think...i don't know. this whole...modern society...thing is pretty weird. it's so unnatural. like beef and windshield wipers. like we're trying to trick nature. but we can't! we just can't!!! so why do we try to?
i really should write about how i feeel. articulately.
but i don't WANT to! sometimes i think i make my thoughts public before i even have a chance to internalize them. or realize how silly they are.
i want pearl tea! or whiskey. i like it because it burns. not in a depressed way, though. i don't, like, feel the need to hurt myself. i just like to feel tough.
this weekend i sang with jazz band. it was exciting! then there was a party at this guy's house...who...i don't really know. but that's okay because there were parents there! and really ridiculously good food! and mr. summers, who is adorable.
what else??? i love overusing punctuation. especially exclamation points!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!
i want to go to more concerts and see more plays. and be in a musical. i've been feeling very uneasy for the past couple days, and i have no idea why. maybe i manque religion. oops. that was a french word
haha that's probably not why i feel uneasy, also. i think...i don't know. this whole...modern society...thing is pretty weird. it's so unnatural. like beef and windshield wipers. like we're trying to trick nature. but we can't! we just can't!!! so why do we try to?
i really should write about how i feeel. articulately.
but i don't WANT to! sometimes i think i make my thoughts public before i even have a chance to internalize them. or realize how silly they are.
i want pearl tea! or whiskey. i like it because it burns. not in a depressed way, though. i don't, like, feel the need to hurt myself. i just like to feel tough.