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2005 21 July :: 8.38pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: Fall Out Boy - .... something about a dark corner and shutting your mouth... (stuck in my head.)
My job makes me
GROUCHY!
I'm so tired. Today wasn't even that bad. I got in a corn field where the corn wasn't touching my face and someone finally switched with me so I didn't have to have the dirty, behind-the-wheel basket. I didn't get corn rash as bad as most days. But when I got home, I felt so tired and just angry and aahah hashahah! CRaapppyy. Until Ben and Andrea talked to me on the phone and now I feel happy and giggly.
My job separates me from going on the internet as much. Not as much woohu. That makes it "boohu".
I should make a paper journal about the farm and call it boohu.
I hope tomorrow we get the same short field. I was wrong about wanting a good corn season. *nudge nudge to the people who know what I'm talking about*
My scalp is burned. It hurts. I don't wanna put sunscreen in my hair, but I'm forced to if I don't wanna burn cuz my skin sucks.
SHOOT! -- I've gotta pack my farm lunch for tomorrow cuz it's getting late. Why didn't it rain us out today? Oh well.
I made geeky corn-rash protectant wrist bands for my sensitive skin. I feel like proclaiming this to the world so people are aware of this and therefore I might sound a little less geeky. Who the hell knows if its working. OOooooh well. I've done enough dorky things on the farm to care anymore. Andrea is calling....
Signing off now, leave me a comment of pity. lol jk, but you can if you want. ;)
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girlxunnoticd
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2005 19 July :: 11.49pm
i don't know what to do. whatever happens is going to be my fault. i knew this summer was going to be either really bad or really good. i thought at first it had potential, but 4 good nights soon turned into wishing he would call or write and slowly realizing that he wasn't going to. i have to go back to school soon and i'm going to miss him. and i know he won't miss me and he'll just move on. it hurts because i thought there was more between us than what there ended up being. so now all i have to do is sit here on msn listening to "end of the road" by boyz ii men and praying that maybe he'll sign on but knowing that he won't because he is out with his friends. so i don't know whether i should write to him or just leave it be. i guess i will just leave it be. i guess it was never working anyway.
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mle
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2005 18 July :: 11.45pm
:: Mood: . elated .
:: Music: . the ataris . in this diary .
. oh no, here we go again .
just got off the phone with him.
that's right - instead of going to gravity monday w/ the boys from work, (like i've been meaning to for years) i called ken to confirm his discount, since i'm about to drop $60 at target. ended up talking for... 3 hrs or so.
i haven't talked to someone on the phone for that long in a very long time. like, i've done over an hour w/ marcus a couple dozen times, and i used to that much w/ mark (WAY back in the day), but i haven't talked for more than 20 min on the phone to anyone in a very long time. especially boys that were not my boyfriend. idk if that's ever happened, to be honest.
i am ridiculous.
in a good way this time.
literally, just as soon as i had thought i was just about to the point of "ok, he's not into me, i can focus on his flaws and just make it through the year being his sidekick in sfl and be fine with it", he comes back into the picture.
and i can't help but get sucked back in with his monotone sarcasm/teasing, analysis of mutual friends, and endless chatter.
i just can't get over how great of a guy he is. like, he's totally down to earth and respects/appreciates a lot of the same things i do. like everything from being fiscally liberal (politics) to workaholic to people watching. and it's refreshing. in his own little way, he is amazing.
and tonight made me realize he's a lot more like marcus than i had originally thought. sure, they're both financially independant, and have dark hair. but i mean, he refers to himself as an "eco-friendly conservative" and is also a feminist... marcus is a total feminist, pro-life hippie.
god i love feminists. :)
espeically feminist men.
"hey, i take my babies and women very seriously"
*swoons*
and the only word i can manage is *smile*
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2005 17 July :: 12.18pm
:: Mood: sick
:: Music: Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love
Crazy Dream
I had a dream last night that Gunnie/Roman (either they were a partnership or they were the same person) were running woohu and were bombing the U.S. So there was all this chaos and I was right in the middle of it, because I was the only person who knew Gunnies username and password for woohu. And everyone with a woohu account had these cassette tapes of their woohu journals and they had to go into this big building and put them all in a box for the police to inspect every single one of the journals. There were like thousands of people lined up to do this. So the cops were trying to look for me to interrogate me and then i saw Roman (who was also Gunnie?) in a car and he was like, "I swear I didn't do it! I don't know where these bombs are coming from---blah blah blah" And I was like, "aahh omgod what is this world coming to--blah blah blah"
Pretty much, end of dream. Or all that I can remember.
Oh and by the way, Jessie Hazen, if you ever read this, I think you contaminated my house of strep throat. I'm not feelin so well.
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2005 16 July :: 10.16am
:: Mood: . heavy-hearted .
:: Music: . the december drive . this side you've never seen .
. i don't know how much more i can handle .
i don't know what to do with myself anymore. it seems like more and more often, i catch myself thinking "i just want to be home, curled up in bed, crying myself to sleep." at completely inappropriate times, like while guarding at the pool. especially while at guarding at the pool.
and all i want to do is throw myself into work... but i only have 3 hrs today, none tomorrow, and 3 hrs again on monday. it's bizarre: if i'm at home, i wish i were working to be productive, busy, accomplished. i can't seem to make enough money. but when i'm at work, or on break, all i think of is how much i hate where i'm at in life.
and someone please explain to me this tradition of financial freedom from parents once you go to college. it does not make sense. sure, i'm already a year in, and i pay 25% of all the big things i do (trips, school) and spending cash while i'm out in EL, but now they're trying to cut me off completely. i mean, gas money and all. not cool. at all. i make like $4500 a year, if that. and i paid almost that much toward school/books last year. sure, this year will be cheaper, being an res mentor and all, but still... my parents make way more than enough to share with me. especially because i'm the baby and brian and lisa have real jobs now.
ok i'm just sounding selfish and whiny, but i'm trying to figure out the logic of this "norm." and i can't.
stephy was right: i wear my heart on my sleeve. i can't pull the "play it cool" thing, and i hate when people go to extremes to do it.
i hate where i'm at.
i hate it.
i hate it.
i hate it.
i just want to tell you. to reaffirm the fact that you don't feel the same way, and no one ever will because i'm an overweight, disgusting, insecure, obsessive moron that is incapable of keeping friendships because no one wants to be around me for more than a few months.
but for some odd reason, i want you to know. i doubt you need the confidence boost, but i just want to tell you.
ugh, i'm so ridiculous.
i'm a total mess.
i don't even know how i'd tell you.
i try to drop hints. no i don't. i don't know.
but you were supposed to call me some night you were free after work and willing to stay up later than you normally do on nights before you have to work early... and that was a week and a half ago. and i'm going out of my mind.
it's making me want to hate you.
i can't handle this life anymore.
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2005 15 July :: 8.25pm
:: Mood: naive
:: Music: Tom Petty - Mary Jane's Last Dance
Who all knew that Tom Petty - Mary Jane's Last Dance was a drug reference?
Or that the fact that they are in an Indiana town is part of the reason why?
Well, not me.
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2005 9 July :: 5.14pm
:: Mood: worried
:: Music: Billie Holiday - I'll Be Seeing You
My Schedule:
Algebra II : Babbitt
American Lit : Eilola
Government/Economics : London/Cooper
Spanish I : Ryan
Chemistry : Jungkind
Yearbook : Stark
Meh.. What did you get? Please don't tell me if you don't have any classes with me. It will make me sad.. Just, uh... tell me that you don't if I ask.
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2005 8 July :: 10.53am
:: Mood: . undecided .
:: Music: . frou frou . let go .
. subject goes here .
ok ok ok. i know it's super-stereotypical, but i finally read the perks of being a wallflower, and it was amazing. i was kind of annoyed by it toward the end, but i was surprised at how much i could relate to charlie as the book unfolded. obviously, i'm no super-awkward constantly-harassed completely-friend-less person, but it really hit home. and made me realize how much of a passive aggressive person i am.
which is scary.
and lately... i've been perfecting the artform of biting my tongue. sure, i did it all last year with people i met at state, but eventually, i stopped talking to marcus about things too. now, it seems i can't talk to anyone about anything. like i spent about 15 minutes talking to my sister on the phone last night (because they unexpectedly decided to close the pools to repaint, which left me with a few days off when i was looking forward to throwing myself into work) and even though i didn't really get into anything involving me (just my relationships with those 3 silly boys), it was the most i've told anyone in months. seriously.
it breaks my heart, too. because i constantly want to talk, but when it comes down to it, i know my stupid insecurities are not worth someone's time. especially someone like ken. he kinda pushed me to talk to him online a couple nights ago.. and i gave him a few generalizations and called it quits. i keep thinking that if we were in person, i would open up. but i know it's not true. the dangerous combination of my boy-issues and my self-issues would totally drive him away.
it seems the only person i have ever been able to talk to about myself is marcus (a little). and, occasionally, on here. which doesn't count.
why am i socially inept?
ken asked me to explain that. of course, i gave him some generalization like "i screw up everything." i thought it was pretty self-explanatory: i am a social retard. and i never have any idea what to do about it. i try to do the things that i feel i should (things that, looking back, i'd be disappointed if i didn't), but a lot of times, it's just not as good as i had expected. i'm too awkward to have fun. and not like "hey- look at me, i can't even form a full sentence." it's like "hey- i can't keep friendships or get attached to anyone but boyfriends, and no one seems to miss me when i'm not around... so what the hell is wrong with me?"
if you haven't noticed, i live with a lot of guilt/regret.
a hell of a lot of it.
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2005 7 July :: 9.22pm
:: Mood: sad
Ohhh.... Moochy... :(
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2005 4 July :: 1.31am
everything reminds me of him. everything hurts. the passenger's seat, the songs, the roads, the deer, the e-mails. everything. i miss him. i miss how things used to be. those old e-mails hurt the worst. it seemed like maybe he cared. i thought he liked me. but why would he? he could have any girl he wanted. he will have any girl he wants. he will forget i even existed. and why wouldn't he. i never was anything to him but an aquaintance and a cheap thrill.
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2005 1 July :: 10.02pm
i was a big girl today. spent a good 3 hours down at the health dept, all by myself. no one knows. that's the first time i've ever done any health/appt thing on my own, aside from driving myself to like 2 dentist appts and meeting my mom there.
it made me feel so dirty.
and it's all his fault.
this is the moment that you know
that you told him that you loved him
but you don't...
so when you ask "is something wrong?"
you're damned right there is
but we can't talk about it now
so one last touch and then we'll go
we'll pretend that it had something so much more
but it was vile
and it was cheap
and you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me
. death cab for cutie . tiny vessels .
i wish i could sum up that song into one word... just the sound of it, the feel of it... it's so regretful and final and detached and emotionless... driving around to all of my old get-away spots a few nights ago felt so good.. i can't put it into words. it just felt very calming, supporting. i wanted it to never end.
i went over to his house last weekend... for the first time since. all of the guys went to grab dinner. we were supposed to hang out in east town. instead, we sat on the scruffy loveseat on the porch, smoking.
he brought it up, not me.
he said he doesn't normally do that kind of thing (lie), and it happened because of the beer and me (lie)... but he didn't comment on the love professions and marriage proposals... he did catch on to my feelings of awkwardness.
the fact that i wanted to avoid him and the whole situation. he felt bad, thought i was mad at him all week.
so maybe i was. maybe i was mad at sex. the entire sexual section of the human being. the disgusting, revolting, dirty lust. caving in.
i tried to explain. he took the "well, i know.. but we can't take it back."
and i couldn't take it.
i left.
i could listen to that damned song for the rest of my life.
and it would still evoke that same overwhelming feeling of hopeless detachment.
the sensation of my heart sinking lower into my chest.
but what about ken?
i can't stop thinking about him... and how badly i just want to call him.. and curl up with him and watch some law and order. :)
but when we're together.. it's a little different.
i rethink every word, every action from when we're together. i scrutinize it. and rescrutinize it.
i don't think i say/act the way i really feel. i think up all these amazing things to say and do.. but it never happens when we're actually together.
god, i wish i could just come out and say it. and if he's interested, sweet. no more guessing. and i can go on my first real date.
if he's not, fine. my mind will be at ease. i'll fill my hours of lifeguarding considering other thoughts.
i just don't know what to do. i don't want to give up too early, i don't want to come on too strong, i don't want to make this year awkward....
mom and lisa fuel it by always bringing him up, too. but they keep reminding me that i should just let it take its natural course. the "he's not going anywhere" so "take your time" thought process. emily doesn't understand the concept of patience. i either want the assurance to continue or quit wasting my time pretending someone on this earth would want me.
we've already established that i'm not good enough for him... but beyond the ugly/fat/stupid things, i think i'm too bad for him. i mean, i know nothing of his sex life, but it seems like he's pretty chill, rarely drinks, has never smoked or anything like that. and then there's me. every time i point out that his sister and i are exceedingly similar (when i was a couple years younger and a lot more rebellious), he says "don't tell me that". well i can't help who i was.. but i can change who i am.
like i even know who that is anyways.
i just want peace of mind.
is that too much to ask?
for once in my life, i just want to be content. with myself, my past/present/future, my social life, my family....
is that too much to ask?
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2005 30 June :: 11.47pm
i guess i can't really tell him whats bothering me. we're just friends even though i love him. i guess all i can really do is act the same as usual and hope for the best.
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2005 30 June :: 1.11am
yeah i guess they're right, i'm not good for anything. i have a problem. but i can't talk about it. it automatically becomes leslie's problem. it automatically becomes that i don't try. whats the point of trying when you know you're going to fail. they've all got big dreams. i've got nothing now. i'm ready to go. its just a joke to everyone. so funny. i'm laughing, i really am. i don't know why it bothers me so much. maybe its because the only person i care about in this whole world doesn't feel anything for me. how could this happen?
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2005 29 June :: 12.12am
i hope someday i won't think about him every second. i hope someday i find someone who loves me and actually wants to kiss me. i should have known better than this.
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2005 27 June :: 11.26pm
i can't deal with this. i just can't. i hate that he doesn't care about me. i regret everything i've ever done with him. i regret kissing him with my eyes closed so tight. i prayed so hard that it would mean something to him. i thought maybe he wouldn't use me... i thought things would work out... but i obviously thought very wrong. i know i'm better off never to see him again. "my only fear, my only hope, is letting go." maybe someday i'll find someone. maybe someday i'll be able to feel something other than regret and hurt. i thought i'd regret it more if i missed the chance, but now i know i'll never be able to forgive myself for what i have done. i wish i could run away. and i wish i never met him.
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