Everyone's happy. Or many people seem a whole lot happier in their diaries ... that's good. I should be happy too ... or "happier" I should say. My life hasn't been this good in a long, long time. School is rocky but working out okay ... I'm on the verge of being published although I'm not sure if I want to be yet ... things at home are relatively sane ... and, of course, I have a wonderful boyfriend who means the world to me (and can dig holes).
And this IS as happy as I've been ... but I'm not really happy ... or I don't feel it ... not like how I hoped I would. Does that make sense? I'm not sad or anything ... just not happy. Maybe it's because I'm still failing math ... maybe it's because I began reliving those feelings in my essay ... maybe it's because Anthony's going to Florida in a month and it terrifies me to think that I might lose him somehow. Whatever it is, I'm letting it keep me from pure bliss and that just isn't cool, dude.
*sigh*
I'm really bored too ... well, maybe not bored but I lack the initiative to find something better to do. So I'll just write so that other bored people can perhaps find amusement in this ..
Yesterday was good ... um, Marcus wears boxers ... Kyle doesn't know the difference between the holiday where you celebrate the birth of Christ and the holiday where you celebrate the festival of lights .... Kyle also had some mishaps which are mildly amusing but I don't think he'd appreciate me posting them on the internet (I'm sure I'll tell everyone all about them on Monday so don't worry;) ... yeah ... that's what I learned at Ala Moana yesterday.
Damn, I have to do my Christmas shopping. I hate shopping.
And I really wanted to see "Dude, where's my car?" but I guess that's okay ... yeah ... cuz while you guys were at the movies, Anthony dug me a hole ... not really ... but I like saying that ... we went to the beach and built a sand fort ... or he dug and I made walls ... yup. Sand is gross. I hate fine sand. And when you go down, you dig (ie: dig a hole, dig a basement) and when you go up, you build (ie: build a wall, build a house). So blah. Yeah.
Um I gotta pee now so I suppose that's all till later.
Dude, I'm going for my road test in like 9 days!!!!!!!
*the banina gurl*
2:00pm - 2000-12-17
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