PLACED AN ORDER. nomnomnom. <3

I think I love Kimya Dawson.

School starts soon. ARGH.

Jerrod and Tyrell are coming over today. After we geek out, I'm going to my cousin's. <3

The end...?

I'm so pissed I might explode. I'd still have to clean it up, though.

School soon. Blargh. It could be worse, I suppose. I'm gonna have to buy some of my own clothes, though, because mother dear thinks everything must be an outfit.

No one notices. It's fascinating.

I am a geek. The end. <3

Oh jeez. I...yes, I...have drama going on around me. I won't go into detail, because it's dumb. 

Mi amiga is sleeping over!...She's sleeping right now. Hahaha. 

I played Pokemon today. I should buy the NEW ones, finally. Geez. 

I'm reading a book called Peeps. It actually is good. I am surprised. <3

My mother is sick. She's sleepy and was lying around all day.

My medication is still wonderful, though I'm a bit bitchy lately. I think I'm just a bitch.

Also...my cat's nose is bleeding. Hahaha. It never doesn't amuse me.

Seriously, though: School is so much easier and fantastic now. I'm going to prom, with a friend. He's a sophomore. I have a red dress. I know...I can't believe it, either.

Been having a better time lately. I even went to movies! I'm communicating with people in a better manner, also. I don't know. Phrasing is a bit difficult right now. 

I saw Horton Hears a Who. I loved it. I was drawing parallels to God and such. Fun shit.

This is, firstly, becoming my main journal. Just cuz. Secondly, I'm medicated now. Isn't that delightful?

I have a headache. Or, it's kind of going away. <3 Not much to report; keep all the good stuff for my main. By "good stuff" I mean me being a geek, naturally.  Hahaha.  

Another year older about two week ago. None the wiser. Haha. Bumpy roads, as always. Things are pretty swell. Internet's been down, still is. I'm at a cousin's. 

I've felt so bad the last week. It was a long week. Hopefully, I'll be feeling better the next week. =D

Going to therapy is good. Great, even. There's also no reason to be ashamed of having a mental disorder. What isn't good? Bragging about going through eight therapists like it's...something. I don't know.