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Well, it looks like my one plan for the summer is shot.
Me, Skyler, and Heather were going to go to a beach house in Pensacola for a week. But it looks like that's not going to happen. I just don't really want to go with just Heather, and she says if Skyler's not coming, I probably shouldn't come either. She's only going to visit friends, and get her tattoo finished, and I'm tagging along because Mom'll be at the new house painting for eight days.
Not that sleeping on the floor isn't fun and all, but I'm liable to have my head explode while I'm gone, from the paint fumes.
I have a headache to end all headaches, right now, and it's one of those days where 1) you don't have asprin and 2) even if you did, walking to the kitchen would make your brain melt out your ears.
So, instead I"ve been drinking highly sugared lemonade and watching supernatural.
It looks like no one's been online recently, and the one day that I have a headache everyone decides to im me to death. So, I randomly just kinda signed out.
I'll say sorry tomorrow, but the popping sound was driving me nuts, if I'm not already, of course.
I've put all poetry on pause, and instead have been doing absolutely nothing, except walk my dog and waste time on the computer. I was going to go skating today, but I decided not to. Since my dad was coming.
He got here, and I decided to take Peatrice for a walk. When I got back he waited a little bit and left.
Of course, I didn't even get a chance to tell him Happy Father's Day. Whatever, it's not like he cares, or whatever. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even celebrate holidays.
Have you ever tried to imagine what would've happened if something had or hadn't of happened?
If my parents didn't get a divorce:
I wouldn't be moving.
I wouldn't have gone to SMS, and would've gone to MMS. [I don't know how your supposed to abbreviate it, Ghandi and Edmandarndit, so deal.]
I'd probably own no ties, and my username would probably still be Your Best Friend Bob, because I came up with that obvious password while looney after a phyciotrist appointment.
I probably wouldn't curse so much.
I wouldn't live with my sister.
I wouldn't be moving in with Patricia.
I would've already had a new computer.
The phones would all be working.
And we'd be able to easily afford this house.
Instead:
I'm moving, and my dad is taking this house because he bought it, and has enough money to pay for it.
I not only don't go to sms, but go to the retarded school lcms. Which, of course, is because I was so distracted when I first started at the first school I failed every class.
I might or might not've been hacked.
Every other word of mine wouldn't be ********.
My sister would be in New York by now.
I have one working computer in this house.
The phones are peices of crap, and I use them as little as possible.
Which ones better?
Whatever.
Anyways, I guess I forgot all of the rest of what I was going to say.
Did I mention that my head feels like the skin is going to fly off, and peel down eather side of my face, leaving me to bleed to death with absolutely no skin.
Imagine how cold that'd be...
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Mon Jun 18, 2007 @ 05:02am · 0 Comments |
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