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Hmm Mr. Pooh left this morning and will be gone for a week. I usually cry when he leaves, but I didn't this time, probably because I didn't have time to. Had a party last night and had to clean up this morning. It wasn't bad, because ours was like a pre-party, and afterwards we went over to a different party. My friends are...I don't know. Sometimes it reminds me of high school. One friend, in particular, is on a quest to be popular or something. To have the most friends and the most beaux on a string. And I think it's dumb. It's tiring and annoying. That's why I stopped being friends with some of my high school friends. I don't have to have friends to be cool. I know I'm not cool. I'm in graduate school, for Pete's sake. No one here is cool. That's not entirely true, but it's mostly true. Random Pearl Jam lyrics: Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home. I take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.
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