[color=336699]January 16, 2006 -
So I now have a journal. How exciting and wonderful. My parents got it for me - you use a braille typewriter on it, which is more trouble then it's worth, but I'm still trying it out.
They sent a note with it, but I'm not going to get into it because it's full of the general socialite propaganda that they love so much.
Ugh.
I mean, having friends would be wonderful, but I honestly don't think that whether or not you have them defines you in any way. They think that if I have friends, all my problems will magically dissappear, and - news flash! - that's just not true.
Look at me. I've got a brand new journal/typewriter from my parents, and I'm using it to complain about them.
What else can I talk about? School's nice, I suppose. I'd rather not be here, but it's not as horrible as my last one.
I love it when people say things like "See ya around," or "Look at this," and then go "Oh..." and there's the awkward silence. I try not to laugh, but it's getting harder and harder, as it seems everyone here does that.
That's pretty much it. I really don't have anything typical to put in here... You know, 'Bobby's such a dreamboat', or 'Maggie and I are totally BFF now. I'm so psyched!'
Gah. And I haven't gotten around to sleeping the past few days. I was in the gym sometime last week because I wasn't able to sleep, and I just haven't since then. I mean, I'm used to staying up for days at a time, but this is different. Besides, it's so nice and quiet out at night, and it's not like I'm doing badly in school because of it...
Right, then. I honestly can't think of anything else to say, so I'mma be done. I should go shopping... My favorite pair of shoes finally gave out yesterday, so I should go get more. Ugh, even though I hate the city... Too many people.
Bah. I suppose I'll be going now, then...
- Veronica
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So I now have a journal. How exciting and wonderful. My parents got it for me - you use a braille typewriter on it, which is more trouble then it's worth, but I'm still trying it out.
They sent a note with it, but I'm not going to get into it because it's full of the general socialite propaganda that they love so much.
Ugh.
I mean, having friends would be wonderful, but I honestly don't think that whether or not you have them defines you in any way. They think that if I have friends, all my problems will magically dissappear, and - news flash! - that's just not true.
Look at me. I've got a brand new journal/typewriter from my parents, and I'm using it to complain about them.
What else can I talk about? School's nice, I suppose. I'd rather not be here, but it's not as horrible as my last one.
I love it when people say things like "See ya around," or "Look at this," and then go "Oh..." and there's the awkward silence. I try not to laugh, but it's getting harder and harder, as it seems everyone here does that.
That's pretty much it. I really don't have anything typical to put in here... You know, 'Bobby's such a dreamboat', or 'Maggie and I are totally BFF now. I'm so psyched!'
Gah. And I haven't gotten around to sleeping the past few days. I was in the gym sometime last week because I wasn't able to sleep, and I just haven't since then. I mean, I'm used to staying up for days at a time, but this is different. Besides, it's so nice and quiet out at night, and it's not like I'm doing badly in school because of it...
Right, then. I honestly can't think of anything else to say, so I'mma be done. I should go shopping... My favorite pair of shoes finally gave out yesterday, so I should go get more. Ugh, even though I hate the city... Too many people.
Bah. I suppose I'll be going now, then...
- Veronica
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