Why do I work the entire weekend, Friday through Sunday? Why does this veggie sandwich taste like smoke? (Seriously, it's starting to bother me.) Why isn't the weather getting any cooler? Why does my CD player upstairs insist upon randomly fucking up and making CDs skip? Why can't I find a decently priced camera on eBay without getting outbid at the last minute? Why do rude people in beauty shops feel the need to remark on your haircut? Was this veggie patty freezer burnt? Is that why it tastes so crappish?
I'm sad about the sandwich now.
I cut off my hair again. I decided that I'm going to try and let it grow out in college and maybe get it trimmed here and there. I do not know how I will fare. I hate the feeling of unkempt hair. I will maintain my bangs, because hair in my face fills me with a nameless dread.
My birthday was excellent. I have great friends. Kendra, Kayleigh, Jessica, Kati, Jezz, Damein, Britney, Dan, and I swam at the lake and ate ice cream and such afterwards. Wednesday I purchased new tags for my car and visited Sara to watch a movie. On Thursday I went out to eat with my grandparents and my dad. That was pleasant except that my grandma and grandpa insisted on getting steak, and of course complaints regarding the steak's juicy-ness (or lack there of) and overall consistency ensued. Kayleigh and I watched Pulp Fiction later that evening and I rekindled my discreet love for that movie.
My dad bought a new vacuum and he is in-love. He seems very blissful sweeping the floor as I type this.
I just want to spend time with you. All of the time. And make time not so rapid. But be blessed with an abundance of time to waste away the days. Erase the time that leads to our temporary departure. This time. I'm not keeping the time near my bed side or feeding it expired sympathy. I'm not telling time to leave me alone with my thoughts. Time is our friend so let's invite it inside for a drink.
I haven't had a headache in two weeks. That is no minor feat.
I'm giving this sandwich to the dog.
Pictures later. I really need to post those.
I'm sad about the sandwich now.
I cut off my hair again. I decided that I'm going to try and let it grow out in college and maybe get it trimmed here and there. I do not know how I will fare. I hate the feeling of unkempt hair. I will maintain my bangs, because hair in my face fills me with a nameless dread.
My birthday was excellent. I have great friends. Kendra, Kayleigh, Jessica, Kati, Jezz, Damein, Britney, Dan, and I swam at the lake and ate ice cream and such afterwards. Wednesday I purchased new tags for my car and visited Sara to watch a movie. On Thursday I went out to eat with my grandparents and my dad. That was pleasant except that my grandma and grandpa insisted on getting steak, and of course complaints regarding the steak's juicy-ness (or lack there of) and overall consistency ensued. Kayleigh and I watched Pulp Fiction later that evening and I rekindled my discreet love for that movie.
My dad bought a new vacuum and he is in-love. He seems very blissful sweeping the floor as I type this.
I just want to spend time with you. All of the time. And make time not so rapid. But be blessed with an abundance of time to waste away the days. Erase the time that leads to our temporary departure. This time. I'm not keeping the time near my bed side or feeding it expired sympathy. I'm not telling time to leave me alone with my thoughts. Time is our friend so let's invite it inside for a drink.
I haven't had a headache in two weeks. That is no minor feat.
I'm giving this sandwich to the dog.
Pictures later. I really need to post those.
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They're intrinsically contemptuous anyhow. Fuck yeah.