Current mood:	distressed
Current music:	hot hot heat - in cairo

It's been a while, huh?
So what's happened since the last time I updated?

I had band practice. Sort of. No one really knew how to play anything (Well, Chris kinda fucked around on the guitar and I could have sang and Kaytren could have played the drums, but we couldn't find the drumsticks =P). It was fun, though. We hung around in my room for a while.

Chris found out he's moving to New Jersey next month right after school gets out.

I got my report card. 5 A's and a C. Go me.

Nichole had to give away her rat, Lola, because she was allergic to her. I got her, but Lola was acting every kind of bizarre and my mom thought she was homesick, so we had to give her back to Nichole. I wanted to keep her. She was so sweet.

I got to talk to Dante's cousin, Greg. He sent me two HHH songs I haven't been able to obtain otherwise. I feel proud. I got to talk to the cousin of an E-list celebrity. Joy.

Chris broke up with me. He told me he was having "too many family problems" and "didn't want to bring me into it." Then, somewhere along the line, he decided we were better off friends anyway and he never should have gone out with me or something. Now he's going out with Heather. I don't know how to act around either one of them now. My ex-boyfriend just started going out with my best school friend not two weeks after he dumped me. I don't really know what to say. I'm a little weirded out, but I think I'm more jealous than anything. I thought I only liked Chris as a friend in the beginning, but now I have a crush on him. Figures, doesn't it? Right after he breaks up with me and starts going out with my friend. I hate my life sometimes.

Jon cut his hair and he is now royally unattractive. Ah, but the powers of Soap Opera Irony have not failed me - I think he's starting to like me. Yeah. Right when I get over him. Fuck.

Kathryn came down over spring break and I probably won't see her until July. FOUR MONTHS. I'm going to have severe Kathryn withdrawal. This fucking sucks.

My parents gave me the "You're fat" lecture. Again. Y'know, where they hound me about eating too many carbs and not getting enough exercise because 130 is apparently morbidly obese or something.

We got an inflatable pool. I went in it once. At night. For about ten minutes. I just don't fucking care.

My dad now has two Mustangs; One that makes my room smell like gasoline and gives me a bitchin' headache everytime he pulls in and one that's just a fucking pile of junk. Now wonder he's always bitching at me to get scholarships. His money has to go towards his fucking Mustangs.

I'm trying to start a movie and I'm looking for people that will be willing to get up and improvise talking about their experiences with a fictional band. It's a documentary. Yay.

I started my belly-dancing lessons. Sexy.

I've been working my ass off all week trying to draw the entire 162-person cast of this story I'm working on. And I finished. Go me again.

I've been having horrifying insomnia lately. I just feel sick and sad all the time. I've just been feeling fucking horrendously depressed lately and I don't know why. I haven't tried to kill myself, though. I don't think I will.

Everything was going great in March. Everything. It was perfect. Then it all just kinda fell apart near the end of April. My grades started dropping, the band's starting to fall apart, my boyfriend broke up with me. God, I just want to go to sleep and wake up on June 18th. I fucking can't stand it anymore.