it wasn’t a conscious decision. instead, my computer doesn’t handle the game too well, and i feel too left out now that i’m about 3 expansion packs behind, so i don’t feel compelled anymore.
of course, when the Sims THREE comes out…
you can’t just wait for a new friend, you’ve really got to try. i’m glad i did. it’s improved my situation tenfold.
three and a half years in the making, but i finally finished my first work of fiction. it isn’t that good, but it’s nice knowing that it’s at least done in its rawest form. now, onto the rewrite.
Well. I was told that I was going when I graduated. I was promised six years ago. Now I have graduated and no such thing. I’m being a big baby about all of this, but what can I say—I’m pissed as hell.
I’m hesitant to check this off my list as something I’ve done. I’ve had acne for eight years. I started going to the dermatologist freshman year and tried a few things, which helped a bit but not completely. Sophomore year I went on Accutane, what my dermatologist called “the atom bomb of acne medicines.” It did the trick for about a year, but then it came back. Junior and senior year I went on and off different meds, and suddenly I was struck with some of the worst acne of my life—it burned and stung and looking at it made me burst into tears.
So, I went back on Accutane (which they are very reluctant to do these days because of birth defects). Plus birth control. Plus Tazorac. Plus Klarol. I’m nuking the shit out of my face. Now, for the first time in my life, I’m in love with my skin. I want to marry it. I’ve never seen it this way before—I mean, it’s been a disaster since the fifth grade, and now it’s clear and soft and I can put make-up on to make myself prettier instead of just covering up.
Still, it’s only been a month, so I can’t say that it’s gone forever. It’s tricked me before. But for now, I’m happy.
I had quite a trial of finding something this summer because no one wants to hire anyone going to college except food services, and I don’t want to work with food. Finally my stubbornness paid off-I may not be making as much money as my waitressing friends, but my job is about ten thousand times cooler than theirs. I work at a music school doing various odd jobs like advertising and designing the website. When I’m just doing the desk job, it’s not just sitting around doing nothing-I’ll be asked to play bass while a kid performs what he learned for his parents. It’s awesome.
No, I’m not getting $40 in tips every night like everyone else, but the way I see it, I’m making more money this week than I was making last week. I just needed something, and this is something.
i’ve heard far too often this past week that i look awkward. people just say it like it couldn’t possibly hurt me. like, i’ll just be standing there, off to the side a bit, and someone laughs and goes, “ha, you look so awkward.” i… hate it.
i have to attend a national honor society induction ceremony soon and although i am not being inducted this time, i still have to wear a skirt. that’s not the problem this time—it’s shoes. i wouldn’t care so much if the girls in my school weren’t all about shoes at the moment. i just don’t want anyone to laugh at me this time. so, please, someone tell me, are these nice shoes? are these in at the moment? could i wear them with a black skirt and maybe have someone tell me i look nice instead of stupid? god i hate having to do this, to have to ask what the kids are wearing these days, because i’m one of them and i don’t even know.
oh, so close. during school vacation week, i watched one a day with my mam. i just didn’t plan my time accordingly—i wouldn’t have been able to stay awake for them all. i’ll have to wait a while before i can really sit down and view them again.
on that note though, they all still make me cry.
i was all ready to go see capote by myself-it’s something i really want to see that no one i know would appreciate in the same way-and then i found out my movie theatre wasn’t playing it. bother.
I did it. I’ve got a violin now, and I’m in the school orchestra. I suppose I haven’t really learned it yet, as I’ve only had it for two weeks, but I figured that was subjective, so there you have it.
One problem though: I need rosin badly. They told me it was in my case and it’s so not.
well, i did it. i told my best friend that i’ve been talking shit about her behind her back. unfortunately, i decided to make it seem like i did it maliciously because i didn’t want to seem defensive about it… you know? but really, i just needed someone to talk to, and i happened to choose very chatty people. anyway, she forgave me.
i’ve been approached to play in the school orchestra! i’ve never actually played violin, viola, or cello, but they say i can rent an instrument and learn. i’m so freaking excited.
I am a terrible person and all I want to do is to be a hermit and never see anyone again. That way I can stop talking shit. I’m not a gossiper in the least, but it’s coming off that I am because I vent all my feelings to one person and then they go and tell other people. God I just need to TALK I don’t need to FIGHT.
I reckon it’s worth doing. I bought some shirts online and everyone complimented me and said they really brought out the green in my eyes and that made me feel good. The other day, I also bought some shirts in a store (granted, it was during the day when absolutely no one was there) and everyone loves them. I feel a little better about the clothing thing.
with my schedule the way it is these days, there’s no chance of me volunteering regularly at any shelter. however! there’s a new club at my school called “Teens Helping Animals.” i am absolutely going to a meeting.
i did this last winter. i look like a total poser but i feel so authentic. let me tell you, there’s nothing like freezing in the middle of boston with a gryffindor scarf around your neck.
