May 27, 2005

• “Staying home alone on a Friday, flat on the floor looking back on old love, or lack thereof. After all the crushes have faded and all my wishful thinking was wrong, I’m jaded. I hate it . . .”
  

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  Get this. You’ve heard me complain about boredom, right? My parents certainly have. So my parents send me to the grocery store to buy a bunch of food. I come home and my dad and siblings are gone. Where did they go? Great America. They just decided to up and go to Great America while I’m at the grocery store. And now here I am with nothing to do.

  And then as if to rub it in, they’ve now called three times and e-mailed phone taken pictures of how much fun they are having. Currently sipping an Orange Dream Machine from jamba and listening to More Than Useless by Relient K in an attempt to recharge myself.

  *alright already I’ll stop with the complaining*
  

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  “I’m tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here. So tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here” (John Mayer).

  • 6:49 pm
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