*blows the dust off her journal*

[leaveoutalltherest]

It's been a while since I posted on this thing. Can't be bothered to get online much anymore, because I'm always either working, sleeping or running errands. And there's a major lack of net access at my house still, and the migraines I get at Greg's put me out of commission quit a bit.

I'm busy talking to this guy/
When I see ya out of the corner of my eye./
Look who's here, how ya doin'?/
Why don't you tell me who let you in?/

We don't care if you think our party's cool/
'cause we do./
And we don't care if you have more fun in Sunday School/
'cause who invited you, who invited you?/

Who invited you?/
What do I have to do/
to get rid of you?/
Who invited you?/


Been listening to this song quite a bit. I always seem to turn it on when Will shows up, which he's been doing a lot of lately. I love my brother, but I can't stand to be in the same room with him very much. It's getting to be the same with Di and David too. I don't know if it's depression, the whacked out sleep schedule I have going or what, but I can't be bothered with anyone right now. I'm reverting to that psycho person that I was last time I worked mids.

Yeah, so I've turned into this bitch again. I'm tired, I'm cranky and I can't be bothered to put up with people's shit. I've told more people to leave me alone and go to hell in the last week than I can remember. Most of the family isn't talking to me, my dad and Sue have pretty much written me off and my aunt keeps asking Di if I'm moving out. Fuck 'em. GranJo is the only one speaking to me, and that's just to keep track of how much of my fines have been paid.

You say you're everyone's best friend/
but last night you made fun of all them./
You never told me not to tell/
You trusted me but you don't know me that well./

We don't care if you think our party's cool/
'cause we do./
And we don't care if you have more fun in Sunday School/
'cause who invited you, who invited you?/

Who invited you?/
What do I have to do/
to get rid of you?/
Who invited you?/

Who invited you?/
Who invited you?/
What do I have to do/
to get rid of you?/
Who invited you?/


Seriously thinking about joining the Air Force. It'll take care of my student loan, and help pay for college. It's only 4 years... like I'll be doing anything with them anyway.

Gee, none of this made much sense, which makes sense because I'm surviving on 4-6 hours of sleep (when I do sleep instead of just laying there watching tv), supplemented with large amounts of caffeine. I bitch, I ramble, and today I put a hole in my bedroom door because I punched it.

Face it dude, you can't beat me/
In your Charlie Brown shirt and cavariccis./
Baby you come up to my waist/
You need a barstool to get up in my face./

We don't care if you think our party's cool/
'cause we do./
And we don't care if you have more fun in Sunday School/
'cause who invited you, who invited you?/

Who invited you?/
What do I have to do/
to get rid of you?/
Who invited you?/

Who invited you?/
Who invited you?/
What do I have to do/
to get rid of you?/
Who invited you?/


I pretty sure at this point, I'm aiming this song at myself.........

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Do what will make you happy, whether it be the air force or living as a glam bum on the streets of NY. :)