Talking To Dakota

It's definitely still one of my favourite pass-times. She always gets it. It doesn't matter if I have to take half an hour to explain it, she'll end up understanding. Sometimes I smile through my tears when I'm talking to her. I'm not sure how it works, but it does. :)

Today I was in the band room and Ashley threw a fit.
Like it's really that rare to see me in a room full of geeks.
Whatever.
I was only in there because one of the Caprons was playing piano.

Jonathan wants me to make him a gimp bracelet.
No. Wait.
Hemp.
He wanted a hemp bracelet with red beads in it.
Now someone has to teach me how to do hemp.
(:

Did you know that bras come in the mail?
I totally got some today.
And as soon as Mother opens the box, we'll get to know what they look like.

Kayla's preggo with Mikey's baby.
Haha.
It's really sad that people actually believe that.
Losers.

Wow.
I just realized that a guy is going to read that part about bras.
Haha.
I'm sorry. (:
Loveyou.

DOT DOT CURVE!(:
They're the coolest. ;)
Haha.
Mom's standing behind me.
Hence the "coolest" part.

Kayla and SamanthaAnne are coming home with me tomorrow.
NO SEX IN MY BED.
Anyway.
I definitely know I'm being used.
Is it wrong to be okay with that?
Who cares if your friends are fake as long as you have friends?
=\
That was depressing.

Family reunion on Saturday.
Gotta get up super early.
And then Samantha and I get to sleep in the car.
For the five hour car ride.
Crapppp.

I'm back to pretending you don't exist.
It's great when I can use people and they never know.

I need to burn another CD.
I don't know what of though.
I'll probably just not burn one.

I'm wearing shorts to school tomorrow.
Just because it's so hot out.
I can't take it anymore.
And it IS a half day.
Only half the humiliation. ;)

"And one day she'll dump him again."
"Yeah. And?"
"You're not going to say anything about it?"
"Nope. I don't care anymore. He's not worth my time."
"Wow. You got over that fast."
"Not really."

I got a look today.
And unless I seriously misunderstood the look, I didn't want it.
It was that look.
The one that makes me feel heartless.
The one that's kinda:
"Talk to me, before I talk to you, because I feel bad, because you look like you feel bad, because I'm not talking to you to start with."
Did that make sense?

School keeps calling?
What?

You know, I'm only wasting time until Mom opens this box.
But of course she has to take forever and ever.
I'll be old and wrinkley by the time she opens it.

Anyway, since I know she probably won't read this, I'd like to say something.
Why do I get the vibe you don't want to go with me this weekend?
Why am I always getting the vibe that you hate me and that you're always using me for something?
Just tell me.
Believe me.
I've dealt with a lot worse.

This song is bangin'.
Definitely chill. (:

I wonder what I'm supposed to be taking with me to West Virginia.
Hmmm.
Jeans.
Hoodie.
3 Shirts.
3 Camis.
Pajamas.
Underclothes.
Bathing suit.
Shoes.
Flip flops.
Shampoo/Conditioner/Body Wash.
Razor.
Toothbrush/Toothpaste.
Sunglasses.
Cards.
The Game Of Life.
Aloe.
Book.

Okay.
Still wasting time in case you couldn't figure that much out.
It's Mother's fault.
She's slow.
She's fucking around with the dogs.
As she totally has been for the past half hour.
Whore.

Osaka on Monday. (:
If Mother with take me.
I don't care if I have to pay myself.
I want to go.

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GAH!
I give up.
Fuck this.
I'm going to my room.
I'll update you on my bras-
which I won't get to see for like another two hours-
in the next blog.
Maybe I'll put "For Female Eyes Only" on that one. (:
There was your formal warning.

Goodbye.