Just want to say that I hate living with my grandma.
Hate hate hate hate hate.
I feel exiled from all my friends.
Drew lives too close. Brian too far away.
Terry’s a 45 minute ride, and with the Tower Bridge closed, Christen is on the other side of the world.
It’s 2:30 a.m.
I only did three quarters of one section.
Talked to Keith all night.
Listened to music.
Talked to Brian. Mostly about how my house is completely unprepared for a zombie attack. We have a fucking sliding glass door. Whose idea was that?
My house is going to have bulletproof glass.
I hate computers. I can never bring myself to read any more. I don’t have any place that’s my own. Fuck.
I kind of wish my dad would turn off the power to the house so I would get off the computer and do my homework like in high school.
Too bad my computer has a battery now.
What if I never read another novel?
I feel like I’ve become someone the earlier me would hate. Addicted to the Internet. Unable to stop IMing and face the fact that I was alone in this damn house all day. Fuck. My wrists are on fire. I need to sleep.
Well, here’s a video that made me laugh in spite of all this shit.
In The Know: Are America’s Rich Falling Behind The Super-Rich?
I wonder at the culture we, the youth of America, are becoming. As it stands, I am in exactly the same ‘too much net, not enough life’ boat. I have a popsicle stick stuck about a third of the way in Anna Karenina, and a geology paper that I haven’t even picked a topic for… lesson plans to write up for student teaching and a meeting with the new head of the rec department and a member of the county board of supervisors to prepare for. And somehow I have convinced myself that in the half an hour before my next class, it is more productive for me to catch up on what my dear friends have been up to… because a half an hour isn’t enough time to get anything of substance accomplished on everything I have on my list of things to do. Never mind the fact that I have been at this internet cafe since I got out of my first class three hours ago. But I can’t bring myself to turn this damned thing off…
Here goes my first attempt…I’m going to ocean beach tonight- alone.