right in front of me

mood: exactly like shite
music: parental figures watching zathura
CPCetc: eat me, for i am a muffin of angst

Today was shitty. I'm glad it's almost over.

I really need ice cream. Or a shag. Or a beating. Or something. Thoughts?

I've pretty much decided that I should say to hell with prom. Prom sounds very unfun. I've officially lost all possibilities for prom (Erik being in Spain, Bozarth being taken, male friends at U-High being taken for the most part). Of course, Mum and Da still haven't lost hope. Consequently, Mum and Da haven't stopped pestering me about it either. I had the terrifying, stupid notion the other night to ask Rob Carroll to prom. It was actually sounding like a really, really good idea. I am losing my mind. I am losing my mind over PROM.

This post is so petty. Jisus.

I got a job from Aldan tonight. Well, more of a task but they're similar. I'm supposed to do a recording for a site he's working on. It's really cool. Very Aldan, though not. I heart Aldan. He's such a fun kid. Oh! I could take Aldan to prom! Wait, he'd be wasted. Damnit...

Prom, comrades. I'm worried about prom. All shreds of any dignity or former Kiri-ness I've ever had have been ripped away from me, leaving some vile, naked, icky thing. I need a girl day. Right the fuck now. Where's my posse?

ManU won the Carling Cup. Raped the Carling Cup, really. 4-0. It was brilliant. That and story additions from Anne were definitely the highlights of my day. It was a really wretched day. Seriously. Dreadful.

I've discovered something. One should never write the perfect person for themself. Because life imitates art, but never in the way you want it to. God. I've screwed up. I've screwed up so fucking much...