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I hate being back. my classes are pretty shitty. First hour, I don't know anyone. And it's health. There's nothing like starting off the day with motivational speakers and STD slides. Ugh. Second hour is ok, Ashley is in there. English I have a feeling I'm Going to hate. American literature? When did that happen? American literature isn't ( Read more... )

I got the wool skirt I loved from Target. I'm really excited about Target. They're making a habit out of stocking designers that don't suck. I mean, you can't argue with Isaac. I saw a cardigan/skirt set by Isaac while I was there. It was bright yellow cheetah print. I loved it. I also bought the pattern for Ashley's dress. I can't wait to get ( Read more... )

Went shopping. i got a pair of bitching sunglasses from Gags and Gifts. They're checkered and cat eyed. I love. The new editions of Bitch and Kitchen Sink were in at Record Time. Yay! I was going to buy a Frank Zappa album, but i bought the Harry Potter movie instead. Because I'm a pathetic loser. Looking back, Frank Zappa probably would have been ( Read more... )

I'm trying to find some designer dress that I can try to copy. Just in case I end up going to homecoming or prom. Which I hope I don't. But I've been thinking about things I wouldn't be ashamed to put into a college application portfolio. My drawings are definitely not going to get me into anywhere. And I don't want to follow that anyway. I want to ( Read more... )

I'm really kind of distressed with the direction that fashion seems to be going in. According to Vogue, those big, ugly, belted, turtleneck sweaters are going to come back into fashion. With footless tights. And boots. I cannot even voice how increadibly ugly that sounds. What is this? 1983? New things had just started to emerge, and now the ( Read more... )

I got a horrible heat rash and felt like I was going to die! It really hurts to walk. I was being stupid and tripped on the stadium stairs. Which are concrete. And leave very big bruises. The sun ate my hair, too. It's not purple anymore. Wearing a bandana kind of messed it up even more, because now there's a hunk of hair in the front that's still ( Read more... )

So I went to a psychologist on Monday. That was...colorful. I didn't really like her. I don't like talking to people, let alone old people, so we mostly ended up talking about her. I'm not going to go to therapy if it means I sit around talking about my therapist. I don't care about some 60-something lady who talks to me like I have the IQ of a ( Read more... )

Courtney's party was fun. Yay for mosquitos and patternless conversation. And yay for food. Fried raviolis are possibly the most woderful things in the world. I hate how the only things I could think of to talk about were the boys that I love but that don't love me. I hate being this way. Courtney's mom must brandish more flaming torches.

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