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Man, I have no happy song lyric for today. Fuck.
07.01.2004 | 11:27 pm Imagine me making that annoying buzzing sound with my lips. That sums up my life, way more than anything coherant I could ever say. Confusion on the relationship front. I feel shitty, he feels shitty, but not as shitty as I, and anyone who roots on the Miranda/Justin romance feels shitty. Sorry, Sarah Beth. Hm, clueless about what's really wrong and believe me, I care for once. I just don't know what to do about it. I called Jesse last night after I got off the phone with Justin. Perfectly aware that won't help things at all, but hey, I was bummed. I needed somebody to talk to. Bad thing is that person was Jesse. Actually, he cheered me up - a lot, so two thumbs up to him. I'm really suprised I didn't burst into tears and freak him out. I think he just wouldn't let me speak very much, so that just shoved my thoughts further down my throat. My phone bill is gonna be really damn high. Why? We talked for like, 4 hours and he's in AL. Bummer. Today I lay in my own filth and watched Nickelodean GAS for hours. I have no life. I do, I just prefer not to pursue it when I'm in the dumps. The phone rang a total of like, 12 times for me today, but I didn't answer because - I don't know. I didn't feel like listenting to everyone talk, I guess. I said I was going to quit smoking and every time I say that - my life gets a little bit shittier. It's been raining for days. But that's okay. I like rain. I went to Meridian tonight with my dad. Wayne and Shawna were gonna go with us, but Wayne didn't want to go and wouldn't let her go, so I sat in the front seat and listened to my CD player. I took some jeans back to Goody's and got $$$. I went to the hospital and translated between my grandma and dad. She jumbles her sentences and rambles almost as bad as me, but my dad understands nothing. He was trying to take all her clothes home and she was trying to tell him to pack them. I bought a cinnamon roll out of a vending machine. It was gross. I did the same CD routine on the way home, but with condiments all over my shirt from a hamburger. Oh yeah, life's fucking peachy keen. |
