MEH.

My neighbours' internet is dead. So I'm sitting outside, in order to pick up internet from across the street. My batteries are soon dead, and I'm cold. Other than that, today was good. Longer post when the circumstances are better :)

Wednesday...

Apparently I looked like this today.

Today is not over yet.

Stayed home, not feeling good. Way too much pollen in the air, oh how I hate it. Spent the day asleep, atleast until noon. Then meaningless(?) talking with people on MSN. They have all logged off now, and gone to sleep, it was past 2 AM in Sweden. So now I'm here on my own, trying to finish that explication of In an old barn. It was due around 2 months ago. I might get it done. Atleast 5 pages about a 14 lines poem, no problem!

Tomorrow I'll go book shopping. Candy for the soul, or something.

Came to the conclusion I'm giving up on guys (relationship-wise) for now. They don't make sense, they don't do what they said they were gonna do. For now I'm better off without them. I don't have the time. They don't have the time. So what's the point? I'll be so happy with my laptop. It's pink, portable, and hasn't failed me this far. I love it.

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Note to self: Brittany is the best person ever. I will always love her :)

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Went to DQ for a bit, back home now. Once the sun's down it's getting cold out, it's not quite summer yet.

Tomorrow there's a high school art exhibition show somewhere, and one of my paintings, this one acctually:


is going to be there :)

I've got an official invitation and all *proud*

Either way, homework awaits me!

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I'm sorry I can't bleed for you the way you want me to.

Meh.

"Ok lol" is not the reply I want to get. Ever. Least of all from the guy who's supposed to be my boyfriend. Least of all when I'm not feeling good. Least of all when I told him I loved him too.

If things doesn't shape up I'm out of here before I'm out of here.

Yesterday was towelday, just to let you know.

I walked around with a towel in my pocket all day.

Not so pretty flowers.

It's pollen in the air.

I hate it.