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So I just got home from Chicago. Chicago was cool. We went to the field museum, the Planetarium and the Aquarium. But the whole point of the trip was to go up to buy stuff for my mom’s new house at ikea, which we did. Found some good stuff, and she closes on it this Friday. So I might paint some this weekend, all that good stuff.
But my mom and I aren’t getting along as well as we used to. She doesn’t believe a lot of things I say, and she doesn’t want to hear my opinion, its just annoying. I figure its about time though, we’ve gotten along so well for so many years, I figure its about time.
I feel sick. And gross. I don’t think I can have people over tonight… I don’t think it would be the best choice. Here, hold on, I’m going to text them to cancel it. Done. I mean, I would love to have friends over, but I feel gross. And would be no fun.
OH. I got my hair cut super short. Shorter than I intended actually. I want it to be a little bit longer, than hopefully I can keep it there consistently. I don’t know though, since I’ve never displayed any skill at keeping my hair a regular length. It’s always too long or a bit too short.
But, conflicting, strange dreams in Chicago. One of them was sad, a few of them were odd, but all of them were not entirely ok. It was strange, and it made me really sad for some reason. Dreams are weird. Most of the other, I don’t really remember, but I think they were all strange.
So the guy I was talking about earlier… kinda like him…. I’m still not 100% sure, since I haven’t seen him in a while, but I kinda think so…. He probably is not into me though, since I’m a year younger than him and not overly attractive. I wish I was prettier. I wish I was smarter. I wish I could do something right. Like be a Call editor. I’m still thinking about dropping it next year. But I doubt it would make any difference.
I think I’m just depressed lately. I need someone to cheer me up, but I feel like most people don’t notice, since I’m pretty quiet anyway. Who knows? Well, I kinda want to. I want someone to figure me out for who I am. I am expecting wayyyy too much. I should expect simple things, like remembering my birthday with out facebook’s help. Now THAT would be an impressive feat.
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