Too Bored For My Own Good

So this is pretty much what the title says. My mom, who randomly decided to start talking to me again, was supposed to be home hours ago, because she said she wanted to spend the day with me. But she's not. Go figure. I've been up since 7 wtih no one to talk to. Someone want to email me and talk? I don't care who. It just sounds nice to... talk. You know?

rainanstrife@gmail.com

I am getting a lot of reviews on my photos though, which makes me happy and gives me some hope that my career path won't be a total failure. I'm starting to have somewhat of an idea of what I'm going to do after I graduate next year. And yesterday I helped one of my best friends through some tough stuff. I felt good. So yeah. That's about it.

The Things That Make Life Tolerable

As bad as things were last night, I can't help but smile this morning. Even though I woke up at six because of the noise people were making downstairs, my brother came and got me out of bed at about eight. Now he specifically asked me if we could listen to one of my favorite musicals, The Producers, so we are, and he's heard me listen to it so much he's starting to be able to sing along with the songs. It just makes me smile. And I'm going over to Nate's house today so we can shoot one of his neighbors, Joe, with a paintball gun and only give himself a plastic lightsaber to defend himself. It should be entertaining. I hope things get better.

Why Can't Life Be Fair

Today was really a bad day. Everything that could have gone wrong, did, and then some. I can't stand life at home anymore, and it's not like I can get away, because I depend on my parents more than I should. I just need to get away.

Here We Go

I signed up because I needed somewhere to write, ok well type, and I don't want to put blogs up on myspace anymore. I just need to write somewhere without having to worry about my friends seeing everything I write. The chance is still there, but oh well.