Alright. Just to get things straight. I'm tired of being sick. I'm tired of hating my life. I'm tired of being me. And I'm tired of being tired.
I'm done now.
Lost was on last night- the first new episode in ages, naturally I was stoked beyond belief. However, it was an odd episode- and okay, yeah, they are all odd. But I'm disappointed in the second season, especially as I've been watching the first season all week. The first season was so amazing.
Not to mention, the religious skew the show is taking is not necessarily appreciated by me. While I must admit that it is rather daring that they would put religion into a network television show, let alone one that just recently won Best Drama, I'm not a religious person. Yeah, well, I guess it's still interesting, whatever. I'm hooked, I will continue to waste an hour every Wednesday on it.
Nothing new to report, really. After Spain, everything seems kind of low-key. Basically the most notable thing is that I've been avoiding my mother like the plauge because I don't want to write thank you cards to people I don't know. "Thank you for the ten bucks you sent me, I'll really enjoy the two whole cups of coffee I can buy with it." Alright, sorry, I sound ingrateful. But really, I don't even want money, it's so obviously "what else did we have to give you?" I would honestly be perfectly content with a card. Plus, for a card, you don't have to write thank you notes. I hate thank you notes. They just... ugh, I hate them. They are awkward and insincere, and I would rather just not have a pity gift from some obscure member of my family.
Sydnie likes her faux-burburry. This is good.
Um, yeah, like i said. The dullness that is Westlake life makes my life hell.
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