god I fucking hate trackpads. I had a whole journal entry written out and was ready to hit SAVE ENTRY...I touched the pad wrong and it sent me back a page and lost it all. Let's see what kind of a memory I have.
Did you used to watch Doogie Howser?Remember at the end of each episode he would write a journal entry on his computer? He would write one or two sentences about the events that happened in the episode that week. Thinking back on it now those entries would make no sense at all and would be totally cryptic because he never actually wrote down what happened, just some kind of reflection on what happened.
I can't go to sleep. I don't know if it's because I'm racked with guilt (is that the expression?) because my roomate has choosen to sleep in the livingroom instead of the bedroom (which we share) because I'm pissed so I turned on the lights and TV.
Or can't I sleep because I'm pissed off at her because we went to a friend's house and I was falling asleep in my friends room but she didn't give a shit and continued to try to get close with Julie's roomate because she has a crush on him. I'm all for her getting with Gabe (except for the fact that he has a girlfriend, which apparently doesn't bother Jill at all) but not if she's going to fucking disregard all responsibility (she was my ride home) to try to get in his pants or whatever the hell she is trying to fucking do. Either way, pissed or guilty, I can't sleep.
I called my "friend" so that I could talk to him, maybe calm down, maybe feel comforted. He's the only person I can call whenever I need to because he's the only one I don't have a problem waking up, he doesn't mind. He didnt answer, all five times. He was at a club, which is good, I'm happy for him but after finding out that he was out having fun I didn't want to talk to him afterall. I don't want to talk to someone who was just out having a good time while I'm home having a shitty time, needing some kind of comfort, some reassurance, just something nice.
"Boy when you're up
This girl is down
And I just can't
figure it out!
'Cause you know that I want ya,
And you know that I need ya.
Is that anyway to be?
Just have your way with me"
Did you used to watch Doogie Howser?Remember at the end of each episode he would write a journal entry on his computer? He would write one or two sentences about the events that happened in the episode that week. Thinking back on it now those entries would make no sense at all and would be totally cryptic because he never actually wrote down what happened, just some kind of reflection on what happened.
I can't go to sleep. I don't know if it's because I'm racked with guilt (is that the expression?) because my roomate has choosen to sleep in the livingroom instead of the bedroom (which we share) because I'm pissed so I turned on the lights and TV.
Or can't I sleep because I'm pissed off at her because we went to a friend's house and I was falling asleep in my friends room but she didn't give a shit and continued to try to get close with Julie's roomate because she has a crush on him. I'm all for her getting with Gabe (except for the fact that he has a girlfriend, which apparently doesn't bother Jill at all) but not if she's going to fucking disregard all responsibility (she was my ride home) to try to get in his pants or whatever the hell she is trying to fucking do. Either way, pissed or guilty, I can't sleep.
I called my "friend" so that I could talk to him, maybe calm down, maybe feel comforted. He's the only person I can call whenever I need to because he's the only one I don't have a problem waking up, he doesn't mind. He didnt answer, all five times. He was at a club, which is good, I'm happy for him but after finding out that he was out having fun I didn't want to talk to him afterall. I don't want to talk to someone who was just out having a good time while I'm home having a shitty time, needing some kind of comfort, some reassurance, just something nice.
"Boy when you're up
This girl is down
And I just can't
figure it out!
'Cause you know that I want ya,
And you know that I need ya.
Is that anyway to be?
Just have your way with me"
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I have so much shit to do before prom!!
Clean condo (huge task! I'm a fucking disgusting person, I've realized)
Ass loads of laundry!
I have to finish loading my mp3 player (I'm only in the P's band wise!!)
but I have my suit (hits the tailor tommorrow)
and I'm anxious as hell to just get to the airport!