2002-07-20
9:37 p.m.
I'm such a dork, and totally at ease with the dorkiness.
Tonight I will be sitting in my room, playing on the computer and feeling oh so not sorry for myself.
Lastnight I had a blast. A very small blast. Just hanging out with people being sober is so much fun after a week of sitting in the house, in mucho pain. I even enjoyed the oh so many "How are you feeling, Jill?". I can't help it. I like being in the almost center of attention. On the way home from Jason's (guy I met last weekend and promised to take me to see Weezer with him if I came to his party on friday(lastnight)) apartment, I called Wylie. I was just going to leave him a message and let him know that I'm in a better mood. He is my ultimate bitch buddy. I woke him up on accident, and talked for just a few. I'm feeling pretty good about the move. I know that I'm pretty much stuck in a rut right now, but I still feel as if somehow or another something amazing is going to happen and I'm going to be able to move.
I just gave Jessica $400 for August's rent and bills. Bleh. But, whatever. I just need like 8,000. But maybe some unknowing to me uncle will die and leave me millions, or twenty dollars will do just fine for me. Factually, I hope no one dies, and still they just send me money. Don't people understand how hard it is to be so young, so broke, and so unwilling to compromise their dreams? You know, I was wasting some time on the Big Brother 3 website and hot boy Jason's motto is: "There are only two things that can hinder your dreams: money and your imagination. If the second is great enough, the first will never be a problem." So, hopefully, the first will not be that big of a problem for me.
I promise to have some future drama for you. Not so much, but I promise that I'll have something worth talking about.
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