hi. what’s up? nothing here. I’m terribly bored. . .i’m so tired of my dad’s. it sucks here a LOT. I am not looking forward to the summer at all. tonight my aunt & grandma are coming over for dinner. my stepmom’s so weird around her relatives. she’s different around each one, too. it bothers me a lot. I HATE REALJUKEBOX! it never plays the 1st track on any cd and it’s slow and stupid. . .the only cool thing is it records songs. estoy loser. . .i don’t really have anything to say but I wanted to write a journal entry. . .because all the 2 people that read my journal need something to read. hehehe.
last night I cried. it was not lovely. I’m tired of crying and being sad and wanting to kill myself. . .i think I’m going to talk to my mum about it. yesterday we had to go over to the college so I went on the net. I couldn’t really do anything though, cuz my sister was standing right next to me. she doesn’t know how to mind her own business. . .actually my whole family doesn’t know how to mind their own goddamn business.
lately my dad’s been mentioning depression & prozac & stuff. I wonder if he suspects I’m depressed. I don’t want him to at all. . .aaaaaaahh. . .someone shoot me please. that would be nice, cuz then I wouldn’t have to worry about killing myself. but then on second thought. . .
anyways. something happy. I’m reading a good book called snow falling on cedars. I think they made it into a movie. I’ll have to watch it after I finish the book. the guy who wrote it is really into sex though, which kinda hella sucks. . .the book isn’t about sex but he mentions more than I’d like to hear.
I’m listening to everclear’s oooollld cd “world of noise”. it’s good. it’s mad. I dunno if I mentioned this before but my dad’s teaching me to play “darkness” on the guitar. yay yay yay! I love that song a lot. the lyrics are in my archives section. ooh I made a nice wordart thing, I should upload it. welll I’m off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz. bye.
Evergleam everywhere ever weird everyone/ I won’t see you there/ I’m not going away/no way. . .
