I dunno if my anthropology paper’s happening tonight … I don’t know where to start. Was gonna start it last night, but then the whole trip thing came up. Maybe I’ll just get up early, when I don’t feel like crap and my mind can actually function. Maureen’s already sleeping ’cause she’s sick … I sorta hope I get what she has so I can skip anthropology … and evil art. Blah. There’s just no escaping it *sigh*

I haven’t cried in forever … but when someone tells you you’re not as grown up as they thought and that their future plans with you suddenly don’t mean anything … it makes you feel like shit, like it all wasn’t worth it, and all love depends on is one’s willingness to unexpectedly rebel and disappoint one’s family. It also doesn’t help remembering the past experiences with my dad (and mom) that I wish I could forget … that would most definitely return if I were to do what I wanted. Yeah, so I’m technically an adult, but you just don’t know. I also feel horrible because of the fate of the other side.

I wish I had someone to talk to here.

And I can’t write anything more tonight, I’m out … and screwed in the morning. Bye.

Ew, the Salon Selectives conditioner I just bought yesterday smells like pumpkin seeds.