|Current mood:|| quixotic|
|Current music:||"I've seen things, I've seen them with my eyes..."|
I thought I would make one more entry in this so my last one isn't the previous angry one. Anger, however righteous it may be, is not a good note to go out on. Plus I'm not that angry about it anymore. I don't know how I feel really. My friends from school all tell me that I should just completely separate myself from it, but I can't. Not while I'm here. Last night I acted so weird. I was determined not to. I guess that made it worse.
I love Ashley's home. I wish that it was somewhere I could go to hang out all the time. You can see the stars and eat mashed potatoes and noodles and try to frighten Sampson, the kitty with nerves of steel, there. Plus it's where Ashley lives.
I feel like this break is going by far too quickly. I haven't seen a bunch of people yet, and a bunch of people are going home like next effing week. I keep having dreams that I'm back at school and I didn't do anything that I wanted to do over break.
Christmas was very nice. I got a boatload of excellent stuff, including a pink mini Ipod (although I can't fit the effing headphones in my freakish ears), a new purse, America: The Book, and some new sunglasses via a gift certificate to Sunglass Hut.
I can't figure out the Oh Snap password. I have six points, aka a female mullet at a rest stop and a soul patch at the movie theater.
Phantom of the Opera is a fantastic movie. Gerard Butler is a hottie.
I'm going to lose weight damnit.
Josh Groban's favorite audience had me in it, aka the second concert I went to.