August 17, 2002 :: 1:35 p.m.
93 degrees with a chance of thunderstorms
I leave for school in one week. Seven days. I haven't started packing yet, and I have so much left to buy. Erg. Terrifying. I am genuinely anxious and afraid of this. My mom and I are going shopping at some point today, which I guess is good.
So... happy 21 months to me. Woo. Too bad I'm spending it alone. *pouts* I fully intend to stay home in my pajamas and mope today, because I'm sad. Ergo moping. I got a card in the mail from Adam - perfect timing, eh? It made me smile and then it made me cry, because I'm a person of varied emotions like that. And by "varied emotions" I mean "extreme mood swings." But hey.
I had a sex dream last night. Weird. I don't have those too often. I can't place the setting, but damn, I need to grab Adam as soon as he gets back and do some re-enacting. Heh.
I should take a shower and stuff so that we can get this shopping thing over with. The sooner it's done, the sooner I can grab a book and some chocolate and read and listen to sad music and wallow in my misery. Because sometimes that's just appropriate. And even if it's not, I don't care. It works for me. I'll write later, if I can get some computer time (mine still isn't working) and if I even have anything new to say. Ciao.
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