Pretty obvious that Jon doesn't like me at all anymore. And yes, I liked his hair.

I'm here to apologize the hell out of mayhem613 for not going today. Jon never mentioned to me that it wasn't him giving me a ride, it was Lindsay giving us a ride, and when I got there, he casually mentioned that Lindsay wanted gas money. He guessed he should have mentioned that before. He guessed. I had to look away as my eyes welled up with tears. I said then I couldn't go. And I didn't. I left seconds afterward, crying a little, and very upset. I hardly had enough money to get myself home, which was the last place I wanted to be, but the only place I could go. Without my phone list, being in Rochester is a lost cause. It was bad enough that my car was overheating as if it, too, hated me.

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Oh, and if anyone would like to come to my house to rescue me, I'd greatly appreciate it. My dad's home and that's never good news. 5 minutes of me being home and they're already going at it (fighting).


please.

C sharp

This should be the last post of the evening...

I've been listening to Takako Minekawa, Bent and a couple other bands all day. And some Sigur Ros.
I really miss gaffeizil Rhuss and am writing him a letter (well, okay, I've taken a break).
I talked to Sam's brother on Y! all day, too. He chats and chats. I don't mind.
I'm wearing my John Stamos tshirt.
Dad's still here. It worries me a bit. Weirds me out.
And when I was feeling at my worst, Chris made me feel better by talking about the meeting
( feeling better about my body )

I'm very tired today. I had sad times. My car is in pain, and I'm about to sleep in my own bed alone.