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magnacarta ([personal profile] magnacarta) wrote2005-03-24 03:19 pm

It must be the strike melting my brains...

I just read The True Meaning of Cleavage. I don't usually read those cheap teenagers' books, but this one's not actually that bad. Quite funny, and real. And maybe I was feeling particularly depressed or something, I related completely to the narrator which is a kinda dumb. I really am not that pathetic, or maybe I am. I'm not making sense.

I'm really bored. The strike is going on, and on. I don't actually know if it does anything. The government's not listening. Fuck it. I miss having something to do. It's not like I can sit in from of the PC, and memorize my data all day long. Even I am not enough of a geek to do that. I miss my people. I miss practice. I'm sick and tired of my parents, especially my father. He needs anger management.

It's cold even if it's spring, but maybe that's only me. I'm even feeling cold inside, but not as much as before. I know I've been daydreaming, but, hey, not like it matters because I don't have to concentrate on other things. Maybe that's why I think about all those things I shouldn't be thinking about. Too much time is freaky. Time is freaky period.

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