2004-03-23 I dream that I'm chemical
My brain feels like pudding. Not even delicious pudding. It's tragic. I have alot of homework to do.
Spring break in my hometown was pretty uneventful. I made a dress and went shopping with my mom. The girls at the bead store in the mall gawked at my dreadlocks, which astounded me because, well. It's a bead store. That sells dreadlock beads. What the fuck. There's nothing else some of those things could be used for.
It was kind of funny, at least.
Uhm, got "The Sims: Bustin' Out" for my gameboy and it's all sorts of ridiculous-wonderful. I'm afraid it might impede on my schoolwork. Impede, I say.
Hm... Tim's talking about moving to Arizona. Or Dubuque. For awhile it was just Arizona, but Dubuque just got tacked on sometime yesterday. Which is... a little aggravating, quite frankly. I finally meet somebody that I really like -- for, you know, more than a week or two -- and he's like "Oh, I think I'm going to move to Arizona!" Argh! I did something really wrong to my karma somewhere, I guess. Goddamn.
But, really, if that's where he needs to be to do what he needs to do to be the happiest he can be, then godspeed. I'll miss him, but I'll at least be happy for him.
School is school, work is work. I'm really fucking tired. Only got a couple hours of sleep last night, which was entirely my own fault. Oh well. Must go homeworking now.
7.55pm
