Day off number two. I haven't bathed, I'm eating junk food. I even slept late, which was difficult because I open my eyes at seven in the morning and want to check my e-mail. It actually takes willpower to stay in bed, some mornings.School. Oooh, I can't wait for school. And it will be my second year, freedom up the wazoo in a non-freshman dorm. And I know my major and I have a plan, plans are good. And my plan doesn't center on boys for once, which means it actually has a chance of working.
Update: I made some friends in Diaryland chat, but then my computer died and it's not letting me back in. I plan to pout, and then go take a nap. They have pretty pretty designs on their pages, my new friends do! I'm itching to do a new design for myself.
Update: I don't feel like writing. I had a dream that my teeth were falling out, I forget what that means.
Yesterday's bath, an entire bottle of mango bubble bath. I stared at the faucet the whole time, calcium deposits or rust or something is starting to eat away at the underside. The only thing I don't like about bubble bath is how it instantly starts to disappear. You pour it in, and you can't even sit before it's fizzing away. I guess nothing sticks around forever.
I'm sorry. I'll delete this whole diary before it decends into goth poetry. I've written some funny things in here, some things I'm proud of, things I'm going to want to save before I walk away from this project. But I might be walking away soon, this is something I love, but.. well..
See, when Adam and I broke up, I deleted all of his pictures. Then I found his stories and I deleted them. I printed out some of his e-mails but I couldn't have them around, I threw them away and deleted the rest. I took the bookmarks to his webcam off of my favorites page, and he deleted his old yahoo account. But his old webpage, the old old one that I'm not going to link to or it will show up on his pages, was still up.
I just went there, it's down now. I guess he hasn't been paying the bills. I still have his cell phone number, maybe I should drop him a line sometime.
I'm horrible at poetry, anyway.
