02.03.2003 10:30 pm
busy birthday

Wow, life can be REALLY weird sometimes. I don't understand all the drama that's going on with the quad and Kate and Jason. In my opinion, I don't give a damn what people write in these things: it's a place for inner thoughts. It's not a place for passive-aggressive communication. It's a place for thoughts. You have to pretend you don't know who is writing them, and ... even if they use your name ... you have to pretend it's not about you. Because God's honest truth is, it's not about you. It's about whoever is writing it. I could write an entry about a murder. Doesn't mean I committed a murder. More pertinently, it doesn't mean I want to commit murder. Do you see what I'm saying?

On a completely different note: although I enjoy being busy and having a limited amount of free time (since free time tends to be when I get myself in trouble), I'm disappointed that I don't have the time this week to go home for my birthday party. I love my parents, and I'd love to see them, eat my mother's broccoli soup.

Shit. I think I told my father that I'd go to lunch with him last friday, and I didn't. I stood him up. $h1+, $h1+, $h1+.

Falling into darkness? I hope not. I hope this can be fought. I need to go to the grocery store. I need to take care of myself. I need not to be writing in this journal when I need to be in bed.

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