tinfoilstar

I can't get a hold of Madelain, and its driving me nuts. I'm not sure that she's all that interested in seeing me, anyway.

Other than that, I think I'm going to just die. I made the boy cry last night. It was awful. Fucking Crown. I felt awful. I trembled all the way home, and told my father all about it. He said, "I love you, Cait. It'll be better tomorrow." It's weird that I only have a relationship with him sometimes.

It's, like, almost two o'clock and I haven't showered or done anything. ANYTHING. I'm feeling pretty useless, but I'm having some trouble focring myself into productivity.

I want to go see Michael. He'll make everything better. He always makes me feel okay about everything.

But now I'm just listening to Pavement. I'm pretty sure that I smell funny, so I'd better go take a shower and start working on government already. Otherwise, I'll never graduate and my parents will disown me, and I'll never go to college and Adam and I will starve in a cheap, roach-infested apartment.

At least we'll have a nice glass bong and an ounce.

Goddamn our priorities.

Goddamn me.