July 28, 2002 :: 4:26 p.m.
Hi, I'm Cranky. Who might you be?
Recent Google hits: "hulkess," "girl in bed," "why do tetanus shots hurt so much?," and "forced to suck it."
So... hullo. I'm not in the best of moods. In fact, I'd say that I'm in quite a foul mood. I wasn't earlier, but during lunch my spirits just plummeted. Amanda, Brian, Pat, Adam, and I went to Friendly's for lunch, which usually is a fun time. But I don't know. I just felt a bit like a fifth wheel. Amanda, Pat, and Adam sat around and reminisced about all their high school hijinks that I wasn't a part of, and about people I don't know. They always do that, but normally it doesn't bother me. For some reason it did today. I felt very alienated, because they just chatted among themselves the whole time - I may as well have stayed home. *sigh* Boo.
My parents are gone. That would be fun if it meant I got to do anything out of the ordinary, but alas. I get to sit around and read and feed the cats and sleep and go to work tomorrow. Sounds like a whole heap o' fun. Only not. I wish Adam wasn't such a prisoner in his various homes, because then at least I could have some company. But the chances of that happening are about as good as the chances that I'll wake up tomorrow and find out that I won the lottery, am now a bazillionaire, and never have to work again. Oh, yeah, and somehow all my fat disappeared overnight, leaving me thin and beautiful. Uh... right, that's a likely scenario. Especially considering that I haven't played the lottery lately and I'm sitting here eating Doritos.
I don't know what to do now. I don't feel like reading. I don't really feel like going out. There's one thing that I'd love to do, but I'm going to try and stay away from that because it's not the healthiest activity in the world. Meh. Maybe I'll graffiti my pants some more. Maybe I'll just give up all hope of having an enjoyable evening and go to sleep. I do have to wake up in 16 hours, after all.
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