Taylor's now going out with Brian and I wish I had a Brian, too. Not Brian himself, but someone cool like him.

I'm kinda crazy right now, actually. It's like I become completely infatuated with the first thing that moves. Yes, that does include plants and all that. I do not enjoy it.
There's like this feeling all welled up in my chest and there's nothing it's directed at, so it just shoots out in every direction, hoping it'll land on something tangible.

Honestly, what the hell is up with this whole being a girl thing? Emotions are running up and down and all around like an intense game of ping-pong or 50. Last time I checked, I did not declare it free-for-all feelings week. Damned hormones.

It's spring break. Right. Good old happy time. It's only SATURDAY and I actually want to do my homework that, were I right in the mind, I would START 11 o'clock, the night before it's due.

I think I thought I could handle my best friend not being here until Thursday. I now know I thought horribly, terribly wrong. She left at 11:30 this morning, and already she's called twice, the first phone call lasting for about an hour and a half, the second well over half an hour I'm sure. And I'm supposed to make it to Thursday?

Everyone laugh with me now.

My dad's gone insane, too. He gets mad at the smallest fucking things possible. I reize he's going to Romania until next Monday, but does that really give him the right to be such an asshole? klsdjf;aklsjdf;askdfj.

Now I must clean my room before my father's head explodes. Wouldn't want to have to clean that on top of my room, now would I?

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