My thoughts might be a little incomplete here. My mom got all pissed about me using her computer and all. I mean, I see where she's coming from... this is like her only "space". But I mean, I need to talk to my friends. I have stuff to do too. It's not as much of a problem when my dad's home, 'cause then I can use his. There's some really bad weather apparently in Boston or whatever, so he might not come home tomorrow. Ugh. Zach sure... well, he's sort of different when dad's gone. Sort of more mature. Nicer. He's actually pretty cool. Yeah.
Well this is just one day. And I mean, its probably just from the... the overuse. But I still... I mean, why can't there be something there? Well there is I guess. Well yeah. But like... well I think its just the missing friends thing that messes it all up.
I got the emails of Claire, Emma and Olivia today. I guess I want to have a birthday party... not sure what we'd do though. See Twilight? Whatever. I don't think they've read the books though. Art was really awesome though; we had lots of candy and stuff. We're making these flower bouquets out of straight lines. Like, you draw the outline of a flower or whatever in pencil and with a black pen can make diagonal, horizontal, vertical, etc lines to fill up the outline. It's pretty cool. Mine smears a lot. I have a guitar- and toaster-flower.
So the question could be, is it really like this, or am I just inventing? There isn't really a "poor you". I mean, sometimes all you need is someone else at least to see from your point of view, and just know the emotions. So that's what I'm doing here, isn't it? No one's on chat really. Out sledding probably. Yay. I need to mail out a letter, finish some homework and desperately need to talk to some people. But I have proved it is possible to be happy in France. Much, much? Apparently. Not.
Was it expected that it went away? That they did? I don't know what I thought. But it is all very much chang-ed. You know what? I should just end.
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