Alone...

I feel so isolated... So alone. I haven't seen a bunch of people ( not for lack of trying ) in a while. And it's making me very depressed. I haven't even really talked to them. I feel almost deprived of certain human contact.

On a more interesting note, my DVDs have still not come. I thought they would today, but they didn't, Which means Monday I suppose. Because tomorrow is Sunday, and there's no mail on Sundays. ( Though I've always wondered why that is... To give mailpeople a day off? Can't they just switch them around? )

And as far as I'm concerned it's still Saturday because I haven't gone to sleep yet. So XP to you all who want to correct me. ( I don't really think there will be any of you, but eh... )

But I guess I should go to sleep now.

ETA: HOLY FUCKING FUCK. HOW DID I COMPLETELY SPACE OUT ON WOLF'S RAIN?!?!? How??? *cries* Something's wrong... with me, or the world, but something's off... *wanders off to sleep*

Ye-ah. Represent, yo.

98% of teenagers do or have tried pot. If you're one of the 2% that hasn't, put this in your journal.

Sometimes, my life is too weird...

I'm so glad that I turned on the TV last night, for no real reason. Why? Because for some reason, Wolf's Rain was playing at 2:30 am instead of 11:30 om. Odd. But I did get to watch it, and mumble incoherently about Darcia. ( Oh, and Cheza? She kind of creeps me out. >.> I like her and all, but... creepy... *hides under her covers* )

And now I have to clean my room for the perspective leaser of our house. I can understand why I have to clean my room, make it look nice, but why do I have to make it look, and I quote my dad, "like a hotel room." Does that make any sense? The person will still be able to see what the room is like, regardless of my stuff in it. Fnarg.

Coincedence? I think not.

So I'm cleaning my room and I start going through all this years school stuff, throwing out papers and the like.

And suddenly, I start sneezing. Like, I can't stop.

Feels like a violent allergic reaction.

To my school work.

XD

Mwaha.

Typical conversations between me and my bf:

Today:
Me: I want a sword...

Him: *pause* You'd be sexy with a sword.

Me: Um. Thank you. Oo! My downoad started again!

A couple days ago:
Him: Why don't you like your legs?

Me: I just don't. Well, I like them from about the knee down.

Him: But it means that you never wear anything but jeans.

Me: I wear capris...

Him: But that's no fun for me...

Me: *pats him on the head* I'll wear nice shirts.

Him: Ok!

XD