my journal is going to be friends only. comment if you want to be added.
I was watching VH1's I Love the 80s series, and Anderson Cooper was on it!! hehe. he's adorable. i just had to let you know.
Rach is back!!!!! eee!
ok. i have to got to work. and erm, do work. but i'll post later.
i had a hardcore conversation w/ Ralph(who's this guy that was in love w/ me for a while. things were really weird. i don't know how i felt/feel about him). It was so intense.
so now i basically don't know what i'm thinking about a lot of stuff.
I feel like I haven't updated in a while. I guess I haven't had much to say. The play never happened this weekend. I felt like my friends treat me awfully. So saturday night I laid in my bed composing(but not writing) a suicide note. Not that I could ever actually kill myself, but I was angry, and well. yeah. Then I felt mildly inspired to write, but I didn't have the energy.
I didn't talk to James at all. Which was sad. Except for yesterday at brunch he stopped by the table on the way out to ask if I had started the prosem reading.(I hadn't. obviously.) I'm sure he doesn't like me, but my roommate is constantly wanting to talk about it, and form some sort of gameplan, and telling me to 'put the moves' on him. Which started a rather heated debate about how I don't have any moves. Yeah. So basically I'm still feeling rather dreadful. But what can you do?
I have much work to do today, but I'm not sure any of it's going to get done...
grr. so i was supposed to go to a play tonight, but my friends are jackasses and they were late and so we missed the shuttle. so we're not going. i'm so pissed about. i really feel like i don't matter. everyone just walks all over me. it's not just my friends either, it's complete strangers. they bump into me and don't even notice or care, and i'm shoved across the room. it's ridiculous.
sorry about all the whining, but i'm in a crappy mood now.