I'm pretty much caught up on my work.
I decided the 5 page essay for psych wasn't happening.
I surprisingly got an A on my Acting quiz.
I'm very proud of myself.
Gene seemed to enjoy it.
I got to see Mike Friday.
I hope I get to see him tonight
And he can come to Danielle's pot luck
Even if he's late.
I want him to meet Danielle and Sara
Among other people,
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I feel like updating is needed.
I also don't feel like sleeping,
Which I should.
I look like death.
Tori even said so.
But that was a few days ago.
Um, it's been two weeks since I haven't had a cigarette.
Word.
I'm sick.
Swollen/sore throat.
Swollen gland on the left.
Mike said he thinks he's getting sick.
I said I felt bad.
He said that I warned him.
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Everything happens for a reason. I'm a pretty firm believer in that. Although, I feel like the only time you know why something happened is after it happened, unless you realize it's happened and has become a consistency. However, I find myself wondering why I met Mike now. Then, I find me telling myself to sit back, take each day as it comes, and ( Read more... )

I feel like I should update.
So, this is me updating.
I don't really know what to say.
School is school.
Life is life.
I'm still behind in my psych class.
I'm trying to borrow the book from Claudia.
It's kind of failing.
I got an e-mail suggesting withdrawal from the class.
I can't really do that though.
I'm already withdrawing from my history class.
I'm kind ( Read more... )

I'm in writing.
Kill me.

After every relationship, or something resembling such, there's the competition to see who has the better life after the break up. It's like being on top is more important after a relationship than it is during the actual thing. How much worth is there in you alone knowing that you've come out on top? Thursday after Woody's, I called up 2nd Adam ( Read more... )

Tori's complained about no one updating their LiveJournal twice now. Here I am ( Read more... )

Dear someone listening in the shadows,

I only talk to you sometimes and though I ask for help in riddles it is clearer in my mind, clearer in my mind.

I've been really anxious lately.
I'm not quite sure why in whole.
It started on Friday.
I hated my hair.
I hated my face.
I hated my torso.
I hated my legs.
I hated my clothes.
I hated how I looked in my clothes.
I'm still not a fan of myself in general,
But those feelings are a little muted right now.
For now.

My room's very toasty right now.