I had a thought.
I thought about going to bed but instead I ended up here. My updates have dwindled. Yeah, that's true. My comments have dwindled moreso. I am overwhelmed. I'm sure my activity will increase when school is out and I have less on my mind. I'm sure my attitude will change, as it often does. But one by one, my friends disappear from this place. And sometimes I feel like I want to as well.
My week was something like it always is. Work here and there. A few disappointments. A few tears shed over unidentifiable subjects. Sunday was bad. My family went to a function and I went to work and moped. Monday I went for a stroll in my new flip flops because I have incredible common sense like that, and I got a nasty sore on the side of my foot. I have been nursing it all week. Tuesday night I spent five hours enduring the pain of womanhood on the couch, hopped up on Advil. I have never felt such pain. I slept in and went to school right before lunch. Wednesday I found out the school never received my ACT scores from December. Now I have to send out more money that I don't have to get the scores re-sent so that my figures show at least one more point's worth of competence. Thursday I attended an evening academic awards function deal. Friday I took a few quizzes and did better than I had anticipated. My hair looked nice. My sister locked her keys in the car and we had to walk from Subway to the hospital where my mom works to obtain her car keys and take me to work.
Don't buy this one kind of meatless hot dog. Fuck. I forget the brand name now. But they are seriously the most disgusting things ever created. I was actually really excited about trying them. I wish I could tell you why. But they, like everything else, were a let-down.
Judas sent me an abundance of great music, but right now I am listening to a song that seems to encompass my mood lately: "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. Just sit in the dark and crank it up.
I fear I have nothing to give.
Let's do that picnic.
I promise I will be better at this.
I thought about going to bed but instead I ended up here. My updates have dwindled. Yeah, that's true. My comments have dwindled moreso. I am overwhelmed. I'm sure my activity will increase when school is out and I have less on my mind. I'm sure my attitude will change, as it often does. But one by one, my friends disappear from this place. And sometimes I feel like I want to as well.
My week was something like it always is. Work here and there. A few disappointments. A few tears shed over unidentifiable subjects. Sunday was bad. My family went to a function and I went to work and moped. Monday I went for a stroll in my new flip flops because I have incredible common sense like that, and I got a nasty sore on the side of my foot. I have been nursing it all week. Tuesday night I spent five hours enduring the pain of womanhood on the couch, hopped up on Advil. I have never felt such pain. I slept in and went to school right before lunch. Wednesday I found out the school never received my ACT scores from December. Now I have to send out more money that I don't have to get the scores re-sent so that my figures show at least one more point's worth of competence. Thursday I attended an evening academic awards function deal. Friday I took a few quizzes and did better than I had anticipated. My hair looked nice. My sister locked her keys in the car and we had to walk from Subway to the hospital where my mom works to obtain her car keys and take me to work.
Don't buy this one kind of meatless hot dog. Fuck. I forget the brand name now. But they are seriously the most disgusting things ever created. I was actually really excited about trying them. I wish I could tell you why. But they, like everything else, were a let-down.
Judas sent me an abundance of great music, but right now I am listening to a song that seems to encompass my mood lately: "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. Just sit in the dark and crank it up.
I fear I have nothing to give.
Let's do that picnic.
I promise I will be better at this.
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why is school admin always so pathetically retarded? they are perpetually saying the adult equivalent of "my dog at my homework".
ps- the hug you demanded is on its way, i just need more airmiles
The secret to buying meatless meat products is to just never plan on them tasting like what they are shaped to taste like. Except for the meatless riblets. Those are amazing.