Tuesday, October 23, 2007
i'm about at my wits end at work with my kids. they are obnoxious.
got tickets to see weston again dec 15 with tom. apparently i need to torture myself by seeing him. keep myself in his life. he never responded to any of my texts after 5 when i got the tickets.. but whatever. i'll never move on so i may as well remain tortured.
i was going through my paper journals before looking for my old therapists phone number for heather and i realized i wrote so much of the same shit about joe. not the love stuff, but the same feelings of knowing that a future was a joke but being unwilling to give up hope. i hate hope.
i'm very itchy right now and i don't know why. i feel like i might have some hives. little tiny ones. i need to do laundry. i need quarters for that.
new found glory on sunday!!!!! 5 days woooot. and ryan sent me the newly released brand new song (fork & knife) or (knife & fork).. previously known as untitled 7, rerecorded. soooo goood. i have to put it on my ipod but right now that is out of the question as i really do have high hopes for early bed.
kasha has been sleeping all night. i guess she's preparing for a night of stalking the real/imagined mouse lurking in my kitchen. mike came over and investigated last night and there was nothing there, but whatever. maybe it hid? i think if there was truly a mouse she would be lurking, not crashed on the couch for the past several hours.
tomorrow is wednesday. i have to finish my rubric for the new teacher meeting monday. it's due thursday. i also have to grade some stuff. boo. prep period is gonna suck tomorrow. i left wayyy too much work to be done.
ok. since i've successfully avoided whining about how much i love tom and how sad i have been without him for the past several minutes i'm going to beddd.
goodnight....
oh, but:
got tickets to see weston again dec 15 with tom. apparently i need to torture myself by seeing him. keep myself in his life. he never responded to any of my texts after 5 when i got the tickets.. but whatever. i'll never move on so i may as well remain tortured.
i was going through my paper journals before looking for my old therapists phone number for heather and i realized i wrote so much of the same shit about joe. not the love stuff, but the same feelings of knowing that a future was a joke but being unwilling to give up hope. i hate hope.
i'm very itchy right now and i don't know why. i feel like i might have some hives. little tiny ones. i need to do laundry. i need quarters for that.
new found glory on sunday!!!!! 5 days woooot. and ryan sent me the newly released brand new song (fork & knife) or (knife & fork).. previously known as untitled 7, rerecorded. soooo goood. i have to put it on my ipod but right now that is out of the question as i really do have high hopes for early bed.
kasha has been sleeping all night. i guess she's preparing for a night of stalking the real/imagined mouse lurking in my kitchen. mike came over and investigated last night and there was nothing there, but whatever. maybe it hid? i think if there was truly a mouse she would be lurking, not crashed on the couch for the past several hours.
tomorrow is wednesday. i have to finish my rubric for the new teacher meeting monday. it's due thursday. i also have to grade some stuff. boo. prep period is gonna suck tomorrow. i left wayyy too much work to be done.
ok. since i've successfully avoided whining about how much i love tom and how sad i have been without him for the past several minutes i'm going to beddd.
goodnight....
oh, but:
love is just a lie, made to make you blue
nazareth
nazareth
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