Well.... I'm not sure what to talk about. Mostly I just feel like getting things off my chest, which I guess is one of the reasons I have this thing. It'll probably turn out to be a list, but eh, who cares, eh?
Momma's sick, I hate it when she's sick, I feel useless and wish I could do something to help her, but I can't because I can't do anything. And that depresses me, and when I'm depressed it scares me, and when I get scared I have anxiety attacks, and well, we all know what I'm like when I'm anxious. I hate feeling helpless. I wonder "if she died, what would I do?" I don't think I could survive... well I could but probably not easily. Meh.
I'm not sure how I'm doing in school. I have assignments to do, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I feel unprepared, I feel unorganized, and I know I'm not doing things in the right order. I've got to get it under control.
I'm bored. I haven't written anything in ages. And while I'm super excited that our rps are on the ball at fanfic.net and the rps I do with Jake are fun and intresting and get the creative juices flowing, (though questor and I are having a bit of a dry spell. I guess there are only so many sls you can go through in 3 years or so). I want something that is 100% mine. But everything is too cliche, too boring, too blah, too stupid, too over done, too old, too... blah blah. I hate them. Lol I want to write! But its hard to do so when your idea well is dry.
Then there's the ever present issue with guys. I thought I was talking to a really nice guy, flirting here and there, got brave gave him my number and then poof, he dissappears. I'm not going to chase after him, if he doesn't want to call me or whatever, thats fine, but uggg its so annoying. And then Z-- won't talk to me any more, and R----- won't leave me alone( gahh sooo close to blocking his number). Its annoying.
Oh, and I need a job... like... bigtime... really really really need a job. Ugg.
Hummm good stuff... ummmmmmmmmm mommy made some really yummy cookies. I might bring some back to the dorm Sunday.. .hehe if they make it to Florence that is.
So yea, I guess that is all i had to say... hummmm I think I'll go eat some more cookies.
I love cookies
किमी
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I'm glad the guy finally contacted (after this post). And yummy cookies, yes they were :) I hope your mom gets to feeling better. We'll always be there for you, Kimmi. *squeeze* I understand your writing frustration. That's how I sizzle out of so many stories. That stupid "doubt" begins to fill my mind...Cliche, poorly written, chaotic...And then I'm like..."hmmm I'll just put this off until I get a better idea." Yeah, I know that feeling.
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