mood: cold
music: library at nine
CPCetc: my belches taste like orange
music: library at nine
CPCetc: my belches taste like orange
I really need to stop leaving my book of thoughts at home. I can't be quietly angsty without it. Is it wrong to have your sanity depend on a book?
It's snowing outside. Big, fluffy flakes of cold, wet white. It's really very pretty. I keep trying to catch one on my tongue, but it's not working. Guess I have no talent for snowflakes.
I miss people. If everything goes right, Chrismukah break will rock and I'll get to see everyone for once and have super-happy fun times. If it doesn't, life'll suck so hard. I might just cry. In fact, I will.
Christie's back in school. Yay! She seems hassled, but healthy. I guess that's enough in life, isn't it? Who knows. Least she's around again.
Stacy, when's your show? I can't come Friday, so when are my other options. I must see Le Stacy!!!
Life has no substance to it. None at all.
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