I hate me. I really really do. I haven't done anything- I have so much to do, and I haven't really done any of it. So much to work towards, and I find I haven't done anything even getting me close. I can't believe some people wouldn't know what a Transparency is.

My birthday is going to suck. That isn't pessimism, that is realism. If it wasn't so close, I'd try to beg my mother to cancel it again. Hardly anyones coming- not my cousins (well, not my younger cousins), not my step-brothers... At least my uncle will be there. And very few of my school freinds will be there. They probably think it'll be extremly boring, since that's the sort of image I project. I've become highly adapt at it- My homegroup teacher couldn't find a spark of life in me with a gas tank. I practice projecting contempt on him in preparation for real-life - Which, you may note, is that little thing that happens when you move out of home.

Perhaps I need more sleep. Or more iron. It's always the diet.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.

I hate this. Computer computer, and all that jazz. Everything's wierd, the scanners suck- I have to talk about scanners. How would I know? When in my life will I, as a surface dwelling girl, sell scanners to small business people? That's for tall lanky guys who like hardware and enjoy knowing more about things then anyone else.

I'm... Going to go now... Before I say something I'm goign to have to delete later.

"Wriggle"
~You know them.
- posted by Washi @ 9:41 am