*bangs head into drafting table*

I think today is officially bi-polar day.

That's because things are good and bad, but both in extreme. I think. And it's raining.

Woke up this morning (afternoon?) around twelve, but only because my mom was telling me that Alicia was downstairs. I was actually glad she came over, because of the dreams I was having. I woke up around four this morning after one of them but went back to bed. Arrgh.

Anyway, she and her sister stayed for about forty five minutes and talked and stuff. Man, has she had some drama going on. Oy vey. To sum it up, I said I’d go to one of their meetings with them tomorrow morning. Okay. Why not try every religion there is, as long as I’m on my crazed search for truth?

After they left I worked on stuff on the computer for a while. I don’t know how long, I’m not that good with time; but it was getting dark when Dad and I went to go get some movies.

So, I have FINALLY seen “On the Line.” Just finished it, actually. And I’m grinning like and idiot. I remember what I saw in Lance in the first place, lol. I’d forgotten in my Alec/Legolas/Vin Diesel madness.

And now I’m going to write a fanfic: “The Adventures of Angelo and The Gay Cowboy in Middle Earth.” Just what everyone wants to see… (insert evil snicker here.)

In between all this I’ve been tripping over Maurice’s emails (three of them) and if I go back to Arizona, will I be arrested because my account is in overdraft and stagnant, and has been for a little longer than I’d like it to have been.

How the fuck do I get myself into these situations? What the hell do I DO? Someone better tell me so I can fucking stop it.

Days like this the convent’s looking better and better. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

*bangs head into drafting table*

I think today is officially bi-polar day.

That's because things are good and bad, but both in extreme. I think. And it's raining.

Woke up this morning (afternoon?) around twelve, but only because my mom was telling me that Alicia was downstairs. I was actually glad she came over, because of the dreams I was having. I woke up around four this morning after one of them but went back to bed. Arrgh.

Anyway, she and her sister stayed for about forty five minutes and talked and stuff. Man, has she had some drama going on. Oy vey. To sum it up, I said I’d go to one of their meetings with them tomorrow morning. Okay. Why not try every religion there is, as long as I’m on my crazed search for truth?

After they left I worked on stuff on the computer for a while. I don’t know how long, I’m not that good with time; but it was getting dark when Dad and I went to go get some movies.

So, I have FINALLY seen “On the Line.” Just finished it, actually. And I’m grinning like and idiot. I remember what I saw in Lance in the first place, lol. I’d forgotten in my Alec/Legolas/Vin Diesel madness.

And now I’m going to write a fanfic: “The Adventures of Angelo and The Gay Cowboy in Middle Earth.” Just what everyone wants to see… (insert evil snicker here.)

In between all this I’ve been tripping over Maurice’s emails (three of them) and if I go back to Arizona, will I be arrested because my account is in overdraft and stagnant, and has been for a little longer than I’d like it to have been.

How the fuck do I get myself into these situations? What the hell do I DO? Someone better tell me so I can fucking stop it.

Days like this the convent’s looking better and better. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.