[Monday 19 August / 1:39pm] [ mood | bodacious ] [ music | is this really happening to me? ] I had the weirdest dream EVER last night. ( read about it.. if you dare. ) There are so many things that I could be doing. I almost feel like cleaning my room. Or writing my essay. I read Storming Heaven over the weekend. I loved it. Surprisingly. Upsettingly. Because I will have nothing about which to complain on the first day of school. One week. Camping on Wednesday. With Brian. I have a secret admirer. I should call and find a ride to practice. I. Hate. Nair. I keep a bottle on my desk just to look at it and think about how much I hate it. Damn you, Raspberry Raz-ma-tazz. You burn. You should be called Raspberry Rash-My-Ass. Instead of doing one of the aforementioned constructive things, I'm going to go lay on my bed and listen to some music. Feeling okay. Feeling sort of icky, cause I have eaten a lot today. Feeling thirsty. Feeling anxious. Feeling like I want to wear my shamrock hat out somewhere. Feeling like I should do something exotic tonight. Practice, practice, scrimmage tomorrow. Catholic. I will hurt somebody, mark my words. Hopefully not myself. I feel like buying a paid account just to say I have one. It would be possible to have an infinite number of codes. You'd just have to have a lot of journals. Even DeadJournal has codes now. My god, I can't believe I wrote all of that. Camp.Ing. 3 comments|post comment

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