I don't understand why I involve myself in these situations. I know things aren't going to end up how I want them to, and I'll just end up getting screwed over again. I don't like drugs. I don't like people who only like to get stoned, all the time. And I sure as heck don't want to go down this road again, but I think that's the way I'm headed ( Read more... )

FUCK!

I hate making plans because they always get broken. But I hate not having things set in stone. Also, when I'm IMing with someone about doing something, and they just decide to disappear for 10 minutes, annoys me to no end. Especially when it's something that is happening in less than an hour. Is it really that hard, honestly to sit and hold a ( Read more... )

I went to bed happy, I woke up happy. Hopefully this will lead to me having a mostly happy/good day. Afterall I do get to work with my favorites. Annnnnnd....KELCY IS COMING HOME AND SHES GOING TO VISIT. And I'm eating some captain crunch, which is pretty much the bomb.com. And I am going to ride my moped to work, because I'm just that cool.

I don't know anymore.

I figured out why this random "Salmon" screen name always IMs me. Now I kind of feel like an asshole for telling these people to all eat shit, since they're all different people. Apparently when you update your LJ if you have your screen name there, it ims somebody else who has just updated I guess and says random things. So who knows who I have ( Read more... )

I got grease on my shirt today, so I'm soaking it up in the oxyclean right now. Reason for this. And because my day was a roller coaster ride ( Read more... )

I'm bored.
Also, really really burnt.
Exhausted.
And I cannot sleep.


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This is the first year since I was...12 that I am not going to camp for a week this summer. I didn't want to go back because it's pretty lame there, and I didn't really feel like being a CIT. But the closer and closer it gets, and the more people who ask me if I'm going, the sadder I get. I should've been a CIT, or snuck in as a camper again. ( Read more... )

Dennis called me at 3am this morning. I thought it was 8 and I had to work or something, but really he was just calling to see if I knew where Becca was ( Read more... )