sparkle

this is going to be a geek/study weekend, no money. a few friends are having fun. know this, because they went home. and a few of them did other fun activities which i am too out of the loop and broke to be a part of. sick of bullshit, no really really sick of bullshit. want to be a part of something greater than this. not saying 'm better, just feel isolated and under appreciated. the sweater puppies are growing, 'm pretty sure. herbal remedies or modern-day snake oil? enh, whatever works, says sparkle. omitting first person is great, challenges what one thinks of as confessional writing. usually taking out the i's and the me's just makes more fragmented sentences, but this aint for english. no way.

journal question of the day:
what is real to you? friends? love? success?
how do you determine what is fake or what is genuine?

could i get any sillier?