I kind of thought I was a bum for much of the summer due to all the crap that was going on...but even now that I'm back at school I just don't ever feel like doing anything. Seriously getting off my bed and talking to people is just too much of an effort... an effort I just can't seem to force myself to make. I don't even know why. I'm just so... ( Read more... )

If I've learned one thing this summer its that life sucks... and I should probably just crawl under a rock and never come out.

Because there is no point.

My throat still hurts...8 days later. Boo. I'm sick of sore throats. I'm sick of sitting in my house literally doing nothing but breathe and watch TV. I'm sick of my tan fading away to nasty pasty whiteness. I'm sick of not seeing any of my friends. WAAAAAHHHHH ( Read more... )

Things that I've decided will make my life more complete:

1) Dawson's Creek (the entire series) on DVD... so I can watch all the random middle seasons that I missed and finally be able to say I watched every episode.

2) A Tony Danza poster for my dorm.

3) Kathy Griffin's "My life on the D-list" on DVD.

How is it that after only 9 months away from school everyone stopped giving a crap about everyone else. What happened to WANTING to hang out with FRIENDS. I'm sorry, but I didn't realize it was an inconvenience for people to want to actually hang out with a group of people and just spend some time relaxing and having fun. We've been home 3 months ( Read more... )

I just read all my LJ entries from the past year and a half. A lot has happened and changed during that time. Mostly I just laughed at my oh-so-cleverness ( Read more... )

This week has been one long, long, loooooonnnggggg blur of events. Everything is so unreal and shocking and unbelievable and just... bad. My brain still just can't process everything that's gone on. It's slowly sinking in what its going to mean to never see or talk to my grandma again and I don't even know what to think or feel ( Read more... )

please. tell. me. this. isn't. real.

I'm sitting in traffic ( Read more... )

Endings are sad. Myrtle is over for a second summer and I hate the first few days after when theres so much to feel ( Read more... )