I'm getting kind of restless, almost, a little frustrated. At least today. There's nothing to do, I'm tired but when I try to sleep I just lay there, and I'm hungry but food makes me sick. I hate these limbo days. I think, and this might sound really dumb, but I think it's the tension building from the holidays, and maybe some other things too. But mostly I'm okay, and that's good.
Cassie called me today. I was so glad. I was starting to miss her a lot lately. She's doing great and we talked for like an hour, and it made me feel good. I MUST visit her soon. Being away makes me forget why I liked her so much, but once we talk I get reminded all over again...*sigh*
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2006 5 December :: 10.14pm
:: Music: [PENICILLIN] + [Little Love Story]
Sufjan Stevens
Every Little Thing
The Decemberists
Bright Eyes
Elliott Smith
Neutral Milk Hotel
Wilco
Simon & Garfunkel
The New Pornographers
The Beach Boys
Bloc Party
Of Montreal
The Strokes
The Kinks
Rilo Kiley
Architecture in Helsinki D
Snow Patrol D
Pizzicato Five
ACIDMAN
Angelo
THE BACK HORN
deathgaze (have them already)
caligari
Onmyouza
ayabie
Metronome
My Chemical Romance
Jack's Mannequin
girugamesh
UVERworld
Elliott Smith
Tori Amos
The Magnetic Fields
Maverick
ELLEGARDEN
The Dresden Dolls
Maaya Sakamoto
Architecture in Helsinki*
Sigur Rós
Sufjan Stevens
Stars
Wolf Parade
Wilco
The Decemberists
Bright Eyes
Hot Hot Heat
Bloc Party
La'Mule
Of Montreal
The Strokes
My Morning Jacket*
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2006 27 November :: 9.40pm
:: Mood: stressed
:: Music: [Everclear] + [Everything To Everyone]
To-do list...
Am Cult Term Paper final copy (Finished!)
3 Pages for Autobiography (not started)
Reading Assignment (Finished!)
2.5 Geometry Assignments (Fuck it)
Geomety Trunkated Tetrahedron extra cred (Finished!)
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2006 22 November :: 11.54pm
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: [Courtney Love] + [Zepplin Song]
"i work for minimum wage"
People who say money isn't everything, can't buy happiness, or how ever you want to say it either
{A} have plenty and will never have to worry about it
or
{B} are jealous of the people who do.
I really, really, wish my family had a lot more than we do. My mom is alway so tired and stressed, and for what? 8 fucking dollars an hour? We couldn't keep this house if it wasn't for the money from my dad. I wish to god I didn't know that.
Had a stupid dentist appointment again @ 9 today, but, I got my mom out of work for the day D: At least, the nightmares about people with bloody mouths are gone. It was really scary. They weren't out to get me, there were just standing there, against a backdrop of nothingness, afraid and in pain, and bleeding. The girl was crying... I kept waking up and feeling my face.
This time they used permanent cement, and of course when we got home she had to tell everyone on the planet my progress of this stupid shit, and I really didn't want any more people to know than what was necessary. So much for that. My penicillin is almost gone, I'm excited.
She keeps saying that I'm a good kid and she's proud of me, and I'm patient and brave and I've had soooo many people in mouth, and all this stuff I don't want to here. It's not like I really had a choice, the only reason I'm putting up with this shit is because my dad is paying for this, and as this is considered a cosmetic procedure, insurance is useless. I don't want to be a waste of money like some other people in my family.
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2006 20 November :: 11.23pm
:: Mood: pissed off
:: Music: [The Smiths] + [Girlfriend In A Coma]
I just got back from an emergency trip to the oral surgeon. My stitchs blew and I was bleeding out of my mouth and it wouldn't stop. I had to cram a towel in my mouth and go back and get more novacaine and stitches. I might have to go back to the oral surgeon again and of course while he was sewing me up the crown became loose again so I have go back to the dentist too. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of dentist, of taking pills, all of it. I'm starting to lose faith in this fucking surgery.
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2006 20 November :: 3.18pm
:: Mood: amused
:: Music: [Rogue Wave] + [Publish My Love]
And the college conspiracy rages on! Not only do the emails keep coming but I got like fifty ten elevinty million letters in the mail. Maybe I'll read a few. At least the art school one. Yep. ]: