Ow, I have reason to believe that I just smeared eyeliner all over my face. How lovely, I'm sure.
Anyway, today I kicked some major keyboarding arse. I seriously did like 700 lessons. Or just seven. And now I'm a whopping one day ahead. Whoo-fricken-hoo.

I think people are tired of me, as is demonstrated by the lack of shouting out in this blog. I think Elizabeth is the only one who really reads this anymore, which barely matters, as I see her everyday, so she knows what's going down. Well, not entirely, as I don't really tell her how I feel about stuff, because it makes me uncomfortable. Which is why I might have been avoiding certain...people. I didn't want to talk about my feelings, because a) they don't matter anyway, b) I already know what is going to be said, and c) having feelings seems to get me into an unprecedented amount of trouble lately.

Today I chilled with Steg and Corn Pads, as usual, who fully rock for listening to eveything that's going on and not hitting me upside the head for being so rediculously stupid at life. After falling asleep because I didn't feel well, then heading out to soccer (late, though no one notices me there, as I suck, and Eileen the eternal bitch coach hates me) (and that's not even a steg-worthy comment) Liz squared (which is both Hazel and Neroni, for those of you who don't know) hung out, and we went to see The Chronicles of Riddick, which was...interesting. It would have been nice to know that it was a sequal BEFORE seeing it. And the effects and random stuff in it were cool, but it had a retarded plot. Not really worth seeing, for those of you who might consider it.

Oh, and I did go to Shannon's today, because I felt the overwhelming need to clear up at least one misunderstanding in my life, but no one was home. It was a bummer, driving all the way to Cleveland for nothing at all. Which reminds me-Tricia took her driving test today, I need to ask her how she did. A bit late to call, however.

For anyone out there in the world who might be wondering, for the last few days, I have not specifically been mad at anyone. I suppose I kind of was, but I had no right to be, so then I got mad at myself for being stupid and for being mad at other people that didn't deserve it. And yes, there was a day or two there where I did truly feel the phrase "Fuck the World", but it had nothing to do with anything. It was my random, unfocused anger. My annoyance at persons. Mostly myself. I'd say disregard it, but I'm not retracting it, because that's how I really felt that day, and no, I don't feel that way now, but I'm not going to pretend it never happened. Deleting it from existance will not make it go away.

Someone's setting off fireworks. How fun!

Anyway, now that the loud noises and shiny objects are gone...I think it is obvious that my internet addiction kicked in full blow, so here I am, back again. I still think I'll keep it on the DL, but I can't stay away that well. And yes, my phone is back on, though not with me 24/7.

And if anyone still feels the need to discuss things with me or whatever, I'm here. Now. Unlike before. I'm no longer ignoring the world as punishment for myself.

It's late. I need sleep. I typed this thing without looking, and pretty quickly, too, for how long it is.

yo ho
yo ho
a (um) pirate's life for
~me

P.S. shoutout and make me feel special, because I'm an attention craving fiend like that.