It's just one of Those days.

My absolute boredom and lack of people to hang out with is bad enough in and of itself. When you add to that the fact that I woke up at 2:30 this morning with cramps, you end up with one of Those days.

I want to work on my diary's format, with a new background image and stuff. However, there seems to be no such thing as free image hosting anymore (I don't know why my current image is still up since that service has gone to pay...). Ocassionally I can find a place, but they delete the images after two weeks or something silly like that. I don't want to be changing images every two weeks. Unless I find a slew of interesting images that are all the exact same size, that would require too much work.

Oh, good. Britt's coming by after work. To harass me about her silly disk, lol.

Contemplating calling Nicole...but if I have to hear someone call me and Rebecca a cute couple in real life, I think I'll scream. It's bad enough the girl wrote it down....

Would call Rebecca, but that would require effort to look her number up in the phone book, lol. And I have nothing in particular to talk about, and at the moment Britt is the only person I call when there's absolutely nothing to say. Can't be scaring Rebecca off too early ;-)

I hate the month of February, thanks to Valentine's Day. It's bad when I have no real idea of how my relationship with Rebecca stands, yet I'm contemplating Valentine's Day gifts. And wondering if I'm going to have to suffer through another Valentine's dance (9th grade. ~shudder~). I'm hoping I'll be at State that weekend, but you never know....

Vaguely hungry, but there's nothing in the house that's quick and easy to fix that also sounds yummy.

Amanda dyed her hair. I completely understand her feelings (first being bored with her hair, but too chicken to cut it, and then having it turn the wrong color). But she ended up with something pretty cool.

I don't know why I'm writing in randomly fragmented sentences. Or why I have strange diction today. I just do.

I should go read The Scarlet Letter for AP Am. Lit. But I don't really want to.

Gonna sit here for awhile longer, listening to MP3s.

What do I wanna do: go buy the Chicago soundtrack, buy headphones so I can listen to songs that wouldn't get parental-approval while said parents are in the room, or put most of my recent paycheck towards Toronto?

Like I said, frustration.

--Angela

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