hey. 1 month till my birthday. i was working on my depression report, but i couldn't concentrate so i thought i'd type up an entry. . .it's 11:20 am. i have to go to my job shadow in 1-1/2 hours. today is not very good. . .i mean, it's good cuz i don't have to go to school, but it's bad because i'm all alone. and everything is making me mad. esp. hanson. i am tired of all these fucking songs about love. i want everclear's new cd already, so that i can listen to something *mad* and not so lovey-dovey.
anyway. . .i am going to make a new page after this. . .last night i dreamt about hanson, lol. in it i was at, like, a conference thing where you could ask them questions like you can on lara's diary zine. well, one of the questions i asked was "do you listen to third eye blind?" hehehe. . .they didn't. :( stupid idiots. i have figured out that i am basically the only 3eb fan on the face of this earth, besides jessica, alena, and lee. (if they still like them, that is. . .)
tomorrow is friday, yay. . .this weekend i really need to work on my depression report. :( hey everyone. . .mini-poll here. . .if someone was going to tell you about depression for 5 minutes, what kind of things would you want to know? tell me, please. my hands look weird right now. sometimes i think my hands are too big for my arms, heh. this weekend i am not doing anything. :( 1 month until my birthday. mom keeps asking me what i want to do. . .i have no clue. i usually end up feeling empty on my birthday. . .that feeling after you've been looking forward to something for SO long, and then it happens, and it's not as fun as you'd expected it to be. actually, that's basically the way my life goes. . .it's not as fun as i'd expected it to be. maybe i got some mail today. i wish. i never get mail anymore.
grr i am just complaining now. why is it that when i have nothing to say i end up complaining? that bothers me. does anyone reading this not have a kiwibox account? if you don't, please email me. :)
blah blah, i'm going to go make that page. bye.
i'm looking for a song to sing, looking for a friend to borrow. . .
