I’m feeling that sort of tightness in your sinuses that signals the beginning of an epic sickness.
Or maybe I’m just feeling down this week. I’m rather hungry…and rather bored, but I can’t leave the house. It looks SO bleak outside. I need to go do something though. Maybe I’ll go play DDR. But I went there like two days ago and there were all these annoying bratty kids there and I couldn’t play.
I need to read something. I need to steal Rosemary’s copy of The Bell Jar. I’ve been talking to this random guy from Arizona (not Keith, he is never random!) and he was talking about loving Sylvia Plath, who Rosemary loves.
I don’t know if I like Shiny Toy Guns…I like about half of We Are Pilots…but they just seem painfully bland. Or maybe it’s just that every band I hear in Hot Topic I can’t help but have doubts about.
Zomg, I saw Becky today at school! I had totally forgotten about going to TFO with her…lol.
Why does it have to be so cold out? I hate being cold. I want to move to the center of the Earth.
Well, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to rain. I should get going to the coffee shop.
You know, it’s odd when you call me rosemary. because only assholes call me rosemary.
and I had a cute little heart in there…but it dissapeared. That fucking girl that was going to move in backed out. apparently her sister had a baby. fucker.