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Sep. 17th, 2000 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitsplutLife is so weird. I was digging through people's Friends pages and stumbled across a journal by someone I used to know. heh. It made me feel a whole lot better about my own life. That is prly mean, but then that one is a big block of festering bug guts. I am here, I am not in Maryville, and I am FREE. Except for all the gossip that trickles down. lord lord. People need SO much therapy. Even if I end up being a waitress and prostitute in Chicago, I am still better off than some of them. I may hate my major, but I wouldn't want to be anything but a geek girl. A geek girl who can spell and use proper grammar (when she cares enough).
HEE I forgot to say before that, when we were at Penney's in the mall last night, one of the salesladies TOLD ME I LOOKED LIKE SAILORMOON. That justified my entire EXISTENCE.
I still think my dad should have bought me a nice new pookie instead of buying my mom a $1500 diamond ring. She doesn't like him anyway. I'm the one who will end up wiping up his drool when he's old. older. older and crankier. sigh. will not be bitter. will not be bitter. They cannot get to me unless I need them...fuck. That was supposed to be, Unless I let them.
I should take him up on the counseling, though, and spare all my friends. heh. Spare that poor boy the worst part of my rages. If anyone really knew me, they would just die.
that man married to my mother is going to photocopy a Newsweek article on pookie major internships. Why does he hate me? It's DAMN NEAR TOO LATE FOR THAT if I'm graduating in May. But he won't let it go...It would be useful, yes, and I need the experience. BUT(butbut), he wants me to commute to Jefferson City for one, and that is thirty miles from here. I hate to drive, the Bitchmobile would be upset, and I do not really have time for that, do I? I have no idea what he wants from me. So maybe I'm antisocial and ineffective. I don't drink, I don't smoke anything, I am technically not sleeping with my boyfriend, even though we can mostly chalk that up to distance and neuroses, I majored in what he picked out for me, my GPA is decent if not really spectacular, I have no criminal record, I e-mail him at least every other day with the mundane details of my life. What else can a father expect?
sigh. I don't care. I don't. don't don't don't. I need to make time to go to the career center and let them help my poor sad resume. I just get depressed and angry at myself for not being more ambitious whenever I look at it.
I want to run away. I want to live on a mountain, far, far, far away from everyone.
wait. didn't this start off perkier?
We can conquer all this world. They only win if I can't get over it. And, with enough glitter, I will.
HEE I forgot to say before that, when we were at Penney's in the mall last night, one of the salesladies TOLD ME I LOOKED LIKE SAILORMOON. That justified my entire EXISTENCE.
I still think my dad should have bought me a nice new pookie instead of buying my mom a $1500 diamond ring. She doesn't like him anyway. I'm the one who will end up wiping up his drool when he's old. older. older and crankier. sigh. will not be bitter. will not be bitter. They cannot get to me unless I need them...fuck. That was supposed to be, Unless I let them.
I should take him up on the counseling, though, and spare all my friends. heh. Spare that poor boy the worst part of my rages. If anyone really knew me, they would just die.
that man married to my mother is going to photocopy a Newsweek article on pookie major internships. Why does he hate me? It's DAMN NEAR TOO LATE FOR THAT if I'm graduating in May. But he won't let it go...It would be useful, yes, and I need the experience. BUT(butbut), he wants me to commute to Jefferson City for one, and that is thirty miles from here. I hate to drive, the Bitchmobile would be upset, and I do not really have time for that, do I? I have no idea what he wants from me. So maybe I'm antisocial and ineffective. I don't drink, I don't smoke anything, I am technically not sleeping with my boyfriend, even though we can mostly chalk that up to distance and neuroses, I majored in what he picked out for me, my GPA is decent if not really spectacular, I have no criminal record, I e-mail him at least every other day with the mundane details of my life. What else can a father expect?
sigh. I don't care. I don't. don't don't don't. I need to make time to go to the career center and let them help my poor sad resume. I just get depressed and angry at myself for not being more ambitious whenever I look at it.
I want to run away. I want to live on a mountain, far, far, far away from everyone.
wait. didn't this start off perkier?
We can conquer all this world. They only win if I can't get over it. And, with enough glitter, I will.
