This is a JOURNAL

I should probably post more. But no one reads this, and I have a journal on DA and a diary, so I don't really find a point to this one. Oh well.

Had dinner with meh boyfriend at a BAR! Whoo! It was fun, but I went deaf.

Also, talked on the phone for two hours to a friend I should talk to more. Found out someone I thought was one of my good friends doesn't actually like me. Oh well. I was happy to talk to someone for so lond. It was nice.

Exaaaaaams ar oveh! Soooo happy. I've been freaking out over the socials exam.
But Pillow made me happy. He always cheers me up.

Flippin'flippin'flippin'flip.

Pillow has gone through a nice operation-thingy on his mouth and I'm stuck at home being the concerned girl-friend and he's not on the interenet and I can't phone him! ARGH! This is FRUSTERATING!

It's windy out. I'm very, very bored. Posting to amuse myself.

I had an interesting dream. I went down south and shot four men. It was very realistic and bloody and I enjoyed it a lot.

My friends are being especially weird lately. I feel like one of my best friends doesn't actually like me that much. Well, she likes me like an average friend, but nothing special. I'd just started to feel like I actually had friends too. ;_;

I have a couple other friends who seemed obbsessed with my body. Is that a little weird? They're alwasy.. talking about it and tickling me and stuff.

I found my boooook! I'ma sooooo happppppy!

Godfucking fucking fucker.
My best friend hates my boyfriend. My boyfriend hates my best friend. THEY CONSTANTLY BAD MOUTH EACH OTHER! Why can't they just shut up about each other, for my sake?
This is more directed at Pillow than Turwaithiel. Sorry Turwaithiel.

I kinda know how to use a rifle. Maybe I should invest in one. But then I'd be too tempted to bring it to school. Pity.

I.
HAVE.
/ShOrT/
H-A-I-R


I wuvs it.

Well, friday was joyful. -SARCASM-

We had a pep rally. Those always depress me. Some chipper girls on crack were trying to get everyone to paint their faes, school spirit kinda thing. Turwaithiel and I said no, so the girls snarled at us, fingered us, and left to be peppy somewhere else. Turwaithiel and I laughed our heads off.

I got out of the rally haf-way through because of the on-set of a headache. I get horrible headaches.

Anyway, after school I saw my boyfriend and went up and said hi and blah blah blah. He didn't even see me, just kind of grunted. When I tried to have a conversation, he ignored me. I got really unomfortable, so went to hug him then leave. He pushed me away and left first.

I'm still pissed about that.

He says it's because his mom was right behind him (I didn't see her) and he was afraid I was going to kiss him. He hasn't told his mom we're going out yet. This is all fine and dandy... but... I'm still... something. Kinda twisted up. I don't know if I should totally accept what he says or if I should be pissed or what.

I have decided to use this agian. I'm not sure why. No one reads it. Maybe that's why.

Anyway, today I was EMOTIONAL! I started crying in the middle of the kitchen, and my parents were kind of like "Oh! The thing is crying again!" And I flopped to the bathroom and started crying into a towel. When I came out the family had started dinner already. I slumped in my chair and poked my potato and didn't eat. I had to go to karate, in which I was floppy and unfocused and everyone thought I was sick. And now I'm home and I'm hungry and I wanna hug.

What an exciting title! Anyway, on thursday the object of my affection kissed me on the mouth for the first time. I fell over.

Weeeeell, I went to my... I really don't know what to call him... my other self's house. He has rabbits, as well as baby bunnies. The babies are about the size of a bun. They are so CUTE! Sooooo cute. So I just jumped around squealing whilst the object of my affection sat on a stump and watched.

I'm hungry. I walked to Turwaithiel's house in the pitch black staring at the street lamps and freaking out little kids. They were screaming about how I was some evil spirit sent to kill them or something. Maybe their parents were abandoing them. I don't know why five-yera-olds are on the street when it's so dark anyway.

I have nothing to say.

Weeeell, I'm here because of my friend, Turwaithiel, so if you end up hating me, hit her.

Um... introductiong? I'm moody and demonstartive. I attack anything creative and make it mine. Thus I paint, act, write, draw, sing, dance, play the piano and attack photography. I don't do all this well, but I do it all.

Gah, my mind is broken. I'll write later.