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[nirix5]

I hate Saturdays. I've hated Saturdays ever since I was a little kid, except for when Dad and I would go to the grocery store and come home and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But that didn't happen alot, since he was gone all the time.

Anyway, today just kind of sucked. I finally finished my classification essay and emailed it to my English professor. It sucked. All the stuff I write for that class sucks. Ah, well, finished now.

I have to go home and do laundry and mope around the house, because there's nothing else to do. I really, really need to go buy clothes. Badly.

*guilty confession time*

...I went into Abercrombie and Fitch last night. Willingly. I want this outfit right in front of the store. I was only in there for likethreeseconds, enough to see that the sweater's pricetag read $80 or so. Hyperventillated, and left.

I'm turning into such a girl. Plus, have developing shoe obsession. Which is about beyond ridiculous.

I hate the library computer lab. They close at three and therefore they suck. Five more minutes, and I'm going to go reply to Sofia's comment. Then I'm going to go home and remember everything I wanted to originally say in this post, and kick myself for not saying it.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_waterlilies/]

I hate Saturdays too. And Sundays. Weekends always turn into one gigantic screaming fight (like they have this morning). My mom is drunk (WTF? It's noon!) and feeling mean, so she's taking it out on us.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_waterlilies/]

Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm bitter and self-centered. Ignore me.

[nirix5.livejournal.com]

Hell no. You need to vent or something, sweetie, you go right ahead. That really, really sucks. Tell you what, though, if you ever want to come and hang out with me, you're more than welcome to. *hugs*