January 16, 2002 :: 6:30 p.m.
blah blah blah
This has been the most uneventful day. I just finished eating dinner, which consisted of pizza and some pineapples. I'm not sure why I ate it. The pizza was kind of nasty, and I have veggie burgers in the freezer. Laziness, I guess. I'm going over to Joe's later to watch
Moulin Rouge and eat a "dessert boli" from The Boli Factory. I've never had one, but you know. I'm always willing to try something yummy and unhealthy.
Mason is telling me about God's name, and frankly, Charlotte, I don't give a damn. *laughs* Adam says that sometimes. I don't know what it's from, though. He (Mason) is the most annoying boy. He's always talking, telling me about things that I really couldn't care less about, and then he gets all agitated when I don't bake him a cake and throw confetti.
Adam wants me to draw him something, but I don't know what to do. *pouts* I had a few ideas, all of which turned out like big piles of shit. I suck. I hate not being good at things. It's kind of funny, because I get very irritated if I'm not good at something, even if it's the first time I've ever done it. I even get mad when I'm bad at things that I don't like to do. Like math. When Adam was helping me study math for the SAT, I got so frustrated that I attacked the book with my pencil. I ripped through like twenty pages. I think I actually scared him a little, which is understandable. I really have the potential to be a very violent person sometimes.
Ho hum. I'm bored. It's supposed to snow tonight! Fucking hell. There's something like a 50% chance. I don't want anymore snow. I want to go see Adam tomorrow or Friday, and snow could prevent that. As such, snow is my mortal enemy and should stay away if it values its life.
God, these entries have been shit lately. I have nothing to write about. That could be because I have no life and all, but still. I never had much of a life before, either, and I managed to find something to write about. Blah.
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