|Right here at this bat mitzvah
||[Dec. 17th, 2004|06:49 pm]
|||||fucking whistling is so fucking SHRILL||]|
I came home today, and I smell really bad, but I'm otherwise alright. I finished my stuff at, like, two yesterday morning, and I would have celebrated, but I hadn't been asleep for almost forty hours, so I went to sleep. I don't mean to give the impression that I work really hard and stay up late all the time--only during the last three weeks of school, actually. And even then, the work is pretty sub-par.
prismtrick mentioned this to me today; I think I saw it, like, four years ago, but I'd never realized how creepy it was. I mean, I'd sort of assumed the guy was fourteen, or something, but he's definitely a full-grown man. I'm going to make an icon out of that photo where he has the beer in front of him. He looks so fucking crazy.
We're leaving for Vermont at five in the morning tomorrow, so I have to go to bed pretty soon. I'm still really tired. I went to bed last night, but I'm still way behind. I'm really excited to relax and everything, but it sort of sucks that I have to finish all the work I didn't do this semester.
deadmissbates defriended Hannah and I, apparently, and I must say that I'm really upset about it. I'd grown to so love reading about her glamorous and exciting life that it feels like a slap in the face that she no longer wants to read about mine. When someone as bright, interesting, and artistically talented as Staci defriends me, I just feel inadequate. I won't be able to see her friends-only posts anymore! I wished I'd saved more of those huge, Adobe-doctored photos of her face to my hard-drive, but I'll have to console myself by inventorying my current collection and making a scrap book. I realize this probably sounds really bitter, and all, so I won't even bother saying that I have wanted to tell her she's really irritating for a long time, or whatever.
We had Indian food tonight, and it was so good. I don't think they have it in Scroteville.