No, really. The trees are about to fall over. It's windy.
So this weekend was a bit of a flop. It was fun while it lasted though.
Didn't get to see Zach and Miles, but hung out with Brit and Lilly and this kid Jason. That was lovely.
I can't wait until I move out.
I feel like shit right now, but better, considering.
My father was great this weekend.
I want to sleep forever, though. I want to hit myself in the forehead until my brains splish splash onto the keyboard. I want to continue watching Buffy and Labyrinth and I want to hang out with Reland. I made her a promise and I am going to keep it. If only she didn't have three projects to finish.
I finished series 1 of Doctor Who and I love it and I want moar nao!!11!1!!1! I want to hang out with someone wise and sage who tells me they'll fall in love with me if I give them a Starbucks gift card (even though that was just a dream) and I want people to chill the fuck out because really, life's too short to spend it being a bitch about shit. I'm not going to go off and do ecstasy. I'm not going to get shanked on 2nd Ave and Pine, Mom.
You know what I think?
I think I'm a little lonely. Although I cut things off with him, I kind of miss him. You know how that goes? Maybe you don't...I don't know. I miss talking to someone.
I'll steal my phone back soon enough, or my mother will forget, whichever comes first. Then I'll talk to people. I've been talking to Kay more lately, which is ironic, considering I'm not supposed to be on the phone. That's been relaxing. I miss her. She's got a boyfriend now; he seems good for her, even though that wasn't my initial opinion of him. He's Mormon...he's keeping her from doing bad things she would have otherwise, things she stopped listening to me about a long time ago.
I want to slap myself in the forehead because I forgot to turn in my Bolger take-home test that I spent forever working on. I had two things to turn in, and because of my stupid stupid disorganization I forgot. And now I'm going to get half credit. Which pisses me off because, really. I'm not that stupid.
What a long fucking trimester. I'm glad it's over. I'm starting over, better this time.
Trimester resolution:
Clean self up.
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i wasn't freaking out about ecstasy. that wasn't what i was mad about. and no, i wasn't mad at you. other shit that doesn't involve you.
although, i was told by someone that you DID ask to do ecstasy. and olivia, whatever. if you want to, i can disapprove, but i'm not going to try and actively stop you.
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