indifferent, now.

Dear World,

I've had an interesting and turbulent weekend. Friday started out pretty good, I went to my aunts wedding and got to see my two darling cousins that I haven't seen in years, and probably won't be seeing for awhile. This already struck me as sad because when I was a kid, I stuck to them like glue. I hung out with them all the time, and when I saw them, I realized how different they are. How old they were. And I didn't know them at all. I couldn't even think of what I could say that would strike up a conversation. Depressing, but not overly so. I just stood beside them, and that was good enough for me because I missed them so damn much.
I really need to go visit them someday.
Then, I went to Josh's apartment. I was supposed to be spending the night, but I was ditched there on my own. I don't think many people know why I was so panicked. And I think it's better that way. But anyway, there I was, panicking and frantic, and called my parents to come pick me up. They did so, and I came home. It was on this day that I realized who my friends weren't, not you Kim, but someone else who left me high and dry.
Yesterday was the emo day for me. The day when I was alone all day, spoke to no one at all, and watched documentaries on people who had achieved something. All skinny, perfect people who claimed had hard times being popular all through school. I am none of the above.

Anyway, I am not exactly a happy camper today. For those of you that care, which is no one, I feel a need to give up all efforts at being different. I've said this before, and it's already gotten the ball rolling. I want to be stronger, I want to be perfect, and even though I know this is a tiring game that will inevitably lead me to seek out more people who will care and later give up on me, I'm not so sure I don't want to do this.
I'm one of those teenagers I think are so stupid.

Ah geez.

ROAD TRIP!!!

Oh, who-is-oh-so-totally-up-for-a-crispy-crème-roadtrip?

I KNOW I AM!

Sign up here! We can all go as a team!

(Brett…this means you!)

An update and a half, baby.

I haven't been around here in awhile. Maybe because it feels funny talking to air and computer screens. Typing things that probably no one will read. That's why I don't keep a diary...if I have something to say, someone better be reading it.

I am staying at home, in a place that is not my home, to protest the stupidity of a single man who insists upon putting young drivers on the icy roads and streets that will not be melting soon. I haven't driven in two days. I won't be driving for another few. I don't even know if I'm going home today, or if I'm staying here. It's Winter, and he came with a bang this year. I applaud the single teacher who offered for students to go home. I applaud the students that didn't go today. I figure it's probably better to aqquire an absence than lose your life.
Why weren't the schools closed?

Yesterday, they were smarter. Schools were closed all across the board, and it was the first time in a year. I went tobagganing with my dearest darling friends, Chad, Trevor, and Danie, and then watched a scary movie that didn't scare anyone. Well, except maybe the aforementioned Danie.
Love stories shouldn't exist between ghosts and reality.

I hope a blizzard hits, I do. Blizzards are beautiful, powerful things, far more pretty than Thunderstorms. It's the cold that makes you notice it more, the cold that keeps you inside and curled up in front of a fireplace with hot chocolate. And when you step outside, you can feel it more than you can feel rain. The ice hits you like knives, the wind wraps itself around you, and the ground never stops moving. I love those kinds of days. The days you get stranded with your friends in a house you've never been to, and the days that become adventures.
The only thing is, usually following a blizzard is a snow day. Unfortunately, school's are no longer following this policy. Apparently they like dead students. I know I've already mentioned this, but I am bitter and angry about it. Frick.

I'm sure I have more to say, but I can't remember it anymore.