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Some strange, bad vibrations from the Manchvegas front. One of my friend's cousins passed away last night. She apparently had an asthma attack, but after a few minutes felt fine and went back to bed. During the night, her tongue swelled up and she suffocated. These are bad omens for the new year and for the arrival of February. She was nineteen. I wish I knew what to say in regards to death. Saying that you're sorry always sounded fake to me, but lately, the urge to apologize for the ways of the world just plagues me. "I'm sorry" is what you say when you don't know what else to...so I just said that I was sorry and dropped the subject, because I can't explain why the good die young. It's a myth to me.
Midterms are over, and that seems to be the brightest part of my day. BAS was alright, I panicked at first but once I got the quotations down solid, I just flew through the rest and then read Hey, Rube! for the rest of the mod. Pottery was insanely good and easy, and I just goofed off once I'd finished that. Got the tutor name from Doherty, and talked about how much of a bitch Tanguay is. Fallah gave me a ride downtown because I was carrying an imitation Greek vase and didn't want to walk around Manchester with it. When I got here I ran into Cassie, and she told me about her cousin (She's mom's coworker's daughter. We have the same name. I'm Kit, she's Cassie) and this is where I find myself, alone, thinking strange thoughts and reflecting on Generation Z.
For the first time in my life, ever, my mom told me that my clothing was inappropriate for school. Lord, have mercy.
T-Cakes didn't call this weekend, because he is busy learning to operate a massive gun. No qualms about it there. Last night my brother made me promise that when I moved out, I would take a gun to my house. I asked him why, and he told me that his best friend's older sister (whose like 18) lived alone, and she got raped by an intruder, and that he wanted me to have a gun there even if it was unloaded for protection. Why are guns a theme in my family? I don't know this, and if you can answer, I give you serious props. I guess the messages I am getting to here are that my brother cares enough about me to ask me to do something I consider against my principles (AKA I don't like guns, and don't plan on owning one), and that you should always lock doors and windows. Oh, and if you can answer the gun question, can you tell me why every male in my family has Alpha Male Syndrome, and insists on protecting me of all people? Tess doesn't get this attention, Andi doesn't, Meg doesn't. I do. I am probably one of the more capable ones...Hmm. I don't get this. Even Ricky gets protective. Enlighten me.
The entry grows longer and I grow more bored. Mahalo, darlings.
Midterms are over, and that seems to be the brightest part of my day. BAS was alright, I panicked at first but once I got the quotations down solid, I just flew through the rest and then read Hey, Rube! for the rest of the mod. Pottery was insanely good and easy, and I just goofed off once I'd finished that. Got the tutor name from Doherty, and talked about how much of a bitch Tanguay is. Fallah gave me a ride downtown because I was carrying an imitation Greek vase and didn't want to walk around Manchester with it. When I got here I ran into Cassie, and she told me about her cousin (She's mom's coworker's daughter. We have the same name. I'm Kit, she's Cassie) and this is where I find myself, alone, thinking strange thoughts and reflecting on Generation Z.
For the first time in my life, ever, my mom told me that my clothing was inappropriate for school. Lord, have mercy.
T-Cakes didn't call this weekend, because he is busy learning to operate a massive gun. No qualms about it there. Last night my brother made me promise that when I moved out, I would take a gun to my house. I asked him why, and he told me that his best friend's older sister (whose like 18) lived alone, and she got raped by an intruder, and that he wanted me to have a gun there even if it was unloaded for protection. Why are guns a theme in my family? I don't know this, and if you can answer, I give you serious props. I guess the messages I am getting to here are that my brother cares enough about me to ask me to do something I consider against my principles (AKA I don't like guns, and don't plan on owning one), and that you should always lock doors and windows. Oh, and if you can answer the gun question, can you tell me why every male in my family has Alpha Male Syndrome, and insists on protecting me of all people? Tess doesn't get this attention, Andi doesn't, Meg doesn't. I do. I am probably one of the more capable ones...Hmm. I don't get this. Even Ricky gets protective. Enlighten me.
The entry grows longer and I grow more bored. Mahalo, darlings.