>Deftones - Lucky You
>Linkin Park - Session (no, I’m not lame, it’s a trance/industrial song by them, who knew you could go from lyrically vapid rock i.e. “metal” to industrial?)

Today was the apocalypse, but now it’s over. I graduated, got my ears pierced, and got a cool faux vinyl shirt at Fred Meyer. My mom found her outfit we went there to get, a black skirt. While she was going to the bathroom, I smelled every candle they had at Freddy’s and they were invariably disgusting. But, however, I found this AMAZING ersatz mongolian/tibetan lamp-looking thing, it was brass and cool and you could put a candle in it and it would look so pretty (insert preppie cheerleader lunatic giggle here). And I found this framed piece of glass with a print of a black-and-white scene in Europe of a bridge, it was so me…but I didn’t have the 19.95. Or the 14.95 for the lamp. I’m talking to Heather, she desparately wants me to put her in Halo One of my peeps page, I’m doing it now, she’s so funny, she says she’s going to stalk me. My mom and I are going to the mall tomorrow, hopefully. I sent an e-mail to Jon telling him I’ll be there. I’m 98% sure he’ll be working, but maybe he’ll take a day off to see me (yeah, right). He usually checks his e-mail really late and is on AIM really late, so there’s a chance we might rendezvous. Finished the changes to my site that Heather wanted, but haven’t uploaded them yet, I don’t want to open another browser window because I might get distracted and lose this entry. Heather had to go, she said she’d call me, I don’t know if she wants to go to Eureka with me or not. My finger hurts, my left pointing finger, I think it’s from typing obsessively all the time. That finger does a LOT of letters. Just in that last sentence, my pointing finger typed 11 letters. Anyway, I feel like I could write volumes about today, but it was quite straightforward, although I achieved two goals I’ve had for years, and got a cool shirt. It just feels like I should be so happy I’m having spontaneous orgasms, but I’m still myself, slightly jaundiced with a tinge of melancholy. It’s my life. Well, I should be getting to sleep.

>Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps
>Placebo - Without You I’m nothing

I finally got to school, after updating my website, since that’s what my project is on. See my website’s blog if you want to know the details. If my teachers are reading this, don’t read it all. It’s my angry inner mind in here, not suitable for adults. Especially my teachers. You can only read it if you promise to never ever talk about it. Yes, this is one of those implied “cross your heart, hope to die, stick a needle in your eye” things. I was doing my project essay, but I felt compelled to write an entry. My mom made me carry her 50-pound-each water bottle and thermos to school on my bike, I was so tired and hyperventilating. She’s going to pay for this, she’s buying me something at the mall next time we go. Trisha’s brainstorming for a password, and Christine’s trying to find her dad’s address to double-check it. She hasn’t seen him since she was six, and she’s writing a letter to him. That’s got to be tough. I mean, writing in a journal is to nobody at all, but writing to someone you don’t know…that’s like, a light-year ahead in weirdness. I love this song, Without You I’m Nothing, it’s so sad and lyrically beautiful. Placebo rocks. Well, I must finish my essay.

>Marilyn Manson - I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)

I just woke up, and I’m going to remember my headphones today. Today marks the day of the apocalypse. Well, I gotta take a shower, I’ll be back later.