Wednesday, January 15, 2003
January 11, 2002 dallas time: 9:00pm
ear candy: Jimmy Eat World
So, it's another day and I'm still suffering. I found a new place I like: laundrymats. Now, it's laundrymats, cemetaries, and libraries. Isn't that tons of fun? So, residents of Dallas, if you're missing your new clean jeans, I could have pulled a Marla Singer on you. (hehe) I'll never tell about my crazy antics.
Could it be that I'm beginning to understand emo? Nah. There's no way.
I realized if I'm typing on my computer my mom thinks I'm doing my paper. (done, by the way. very done.) I'm doing the revision thing and it sucks. I'm tired of even looking at the pile of shit. It all just starts to sound the same anyways.
I'm a bitter person. I'm an angry person. This is why I'm lonely! I'm also a very fun person to be around, but sometimes I get so caught up in the moment and into things working out, that I get a little disappointed when things begin to unravel and ruin my life. My little life. The little life that is all I have.
I've been having lots of dreams. Dreams I remember. I had a memorable dream about the SK, where we were in a hotel room playing Nintendo and he suddenly kisses me. Very unlike him and extremely strange. I don't get it. 2nd dream: I was a mouse and my best friend was a little black and white garter (sp) snake (striped Tim Burten style). We were in this big battle sorta like the one in The Two Towers and our side lost. So as we were retreating my little snakey buddy got hurt and later he died. I buried him in this tree stump right below my house. I spent the last half of the dream just staring at his little body. I woke up crying. Strange. 3rd dream: I was watching a Plastilina Mosh concert in a hotel with Geerah and a whole bunch of my other close Dallas friends. The concert was really good. Then I got a phone call on my cell phone. (I don't even have one in real life.) It was Skyler (ex bf from two years ago) and he wanted to come to the show. I don't really remember what happened, except talking to him from some stairs and watching the show from there.
BLAH. I don't want to go back to Boston. I don't want to leave home. sigh.
¶ 2:13 PM
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ear candy: Jimmy Eat World
So, it's another day and I'm still suffering. I found a new place I like: laundrymats. Now, it's laundrymats, cemetaries, and libraries. Isn't that tons of fun? So, residents of Dallas, if you're missing your new clean jeans, I could have pulled a Marla Singer on you. (hehe) I'll never tell about my crazy antics.
Could it be that I'm beginning to understand emo? Nah. There's no way.
I realized if I'm typing on my computer my mom thinks I'm doing my paper. (done, by the way. very done.) I'm doing the revision thing and it sucks. I'm tired of even looking at the pile of shit. It all just starts to sound the same anyways.
I'm a bitter person. I'm an angry person. This is why I'm lonely! I'm also a very fun person to be around, but sometimes I get so caught up in the moment and into things working out, that I get a little disappointed when things begin to unravel and ruin my life. My little life. The little life that is all I have.
I've been having lots of dreams. Dreams I remember. I had a memorable dream about the SK, where we were in a hotel room playing Nintendo and he suddenly kisses me. Very unlike him and extremely strange. I don't get it. 2nd dream: I was a mouse and my best friend was a little black and white garter (sp) snake (striped Tim Burten style). We were in this big battle sorta like the one in The Two Towers and our side lost. So as we were retreating my little snakey buddy got hurt and later he died. I buried him in this tree stump right below my house. I spent the last half of the dream just staring at his little body. I woke up crying. Strange. 3rd dream: I was watching a Plastilina Mosh concert in a hotel with Geerah and a whole bunch of my other close Dallas friends. The concert was really good. Then I got a phone call on my cell phone. (I don't even have one in real life.) It was Skyler (ex bf from two years ago) and he wanted to come to the show. I don't really remember what happened, except talking to him from some stairs and watching the show from there.
BLAH. I don't want to go back to Boston. I don't want to leave home. sigh.
¶ 2:13 PM
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