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5:57 p.m. - 04.12.2004 The Pink Whales. I used to have a raincoat that matched these when I was 10. It was pink with green whales on the inside lining.
The Red Cones. Red squishy flip flps with ice cream cones and lollipops? Um, yea, of course I'll take a pair.
My new rain boots. I've never had rain boots before, but these are black and pink and it's April. I walk around a lot downtown and my shoes get all sloshy and icky. Problem solved with cuteness.
I go to class tomorrow for the first time in 2 weeks. I don't have anything written that's worth anything. I don't know what I'm doing. I feel like I should drop out because I'm wasting my money. I'm bored with it. I guess I just have to get through the next 8 weeks and then I'll have 3 months of just working, which will be sweet. So maybe I'll get over this woe is me stuff by the time school starts again in September. It's just that it's not fun anymore, writing used to be fun and now it's just a horrible chore to get through. I feel so un-creative. I'm not even journaling, obvs. I'm sure this shit is so boring, who the hell would want to read it? I can't write what I'm really thinking because I know that certain people read it, thus it's boring and crappy. Fuck, I don't even want to write. I just want to get high and sit in front of the TV or watch movies. I need somethig exciting to happen. I need to meet new boys. The ones I know now just aren't working out. You know what I mean? Oh! But I forgot to mention that the Pixies are playing 3 shows in Chicago in November. It was supposed to be one, but that show sold out in 5 minutes and they added two more. The good news is we have 6 tickets for all 3 shows! Ha ha (that was in my Nelson voice)! I'm so fucking excited. The tickets are already going for like $100 a piece on Ebay, so we might sell two tickets for each of the shows so we can all go for free. Good times.
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