This girl sounds like my sister. She's 17, and she thinks she's the oldest 17 year old in the history of the world... which probably ever 17 year old does. But the part that reminds me of her is how the girl is talking about how ridiculous her parents are not to trust her because she wouldn't make "dumb decisions." Meanwhile, the rest of the blog is filled with recaptured memories of umpteen nights that seemed to involve alcohol and who knows what else. At 16, if you're getting trashed every weekend night... normal or not, it's still dumb.
I can't stand all these blogs and web pages made by 14 and 15 year old girls who talk about their "childhood" as if it's over and expound about their overwhelming maturity while giggling about their latest crush, but I am amazed at how much html they know. I was still arguing with my parents over getting internet access at 14; these girls are making really awesome-looking web pages.

I've noticed a trend that whenever I'm alone for long periods of time, I want to post to this. And when I'm not, I mean to post, but soon forget about it. And the times when I'm not alone I feel like I never have anything interesting to say.
Or maybe the bland just seems more interesting when I'm all I have for entertainment, and the most interesting thing anyone's done around here in the past 48 hours occurred when I made a (failed) attempt at chicken tikka masala, and my cat continued to sleep on the couch as she had been for the past few years.

Wow. I just had my first "Umm we broke up" experience. I know it's only been a couple of days, but since most of my friends live with me, most people are aware that I'm single again. However, a friend was on the phone talking about how I was going to see a movie by myself, and she asked what about _Ex_? It's like a shockwave to your brain... I don't expect to hear that name from my friends anymore, unless it's in malice...

So we finally broke up yesterday. For the most part, it's just good to know, one way or the other. Gathering up all his stuff from my room was a little sad, and I've never lived in this house with only one toothbrush in my toothbrush holder... and I missed him last night, when I couldn't sleep 'cause I couldn't get comfortable. It's been a long time since I couldn't get comfortable. Boys in your bed tend to counteract that problem.

On the definite negative side, I woke up this morning with the headache from hell. I just hope it goes away in the next hour.

Yesterday was lovely. Bitterly cold and snowing... I can take or leave the cold, but snow! Snow has that leftover magical effect from childhood.
This morning all the cars had a nice coating of it. It was simply lovely.

Life is a terrible tease. Whenever things start looking up and you let your guard down, everything avalanches.

Oh yeah, and electromagnetism? Suckage. Major suckage.

Sometimes someone hurts you in a way you don't know how to respond to. In a way you don't know how to deal with. And usually, at those times, there's something that person could do that would make everything okay. Sometimes even a couple of things.
What's tragic is that if you told the person what those things were... then they wouldn't be true anymore. What could have been solved with a phone call or a visit or a certain phrase, can't be fixed the same way anymore, once you've had to spell out to the person exactly what you need them to do. Because that's part of what's necessary... for them to feel what you feel. To care like you care. To want it enough to think of it, without needing to be told. Being told ruins it, diminishes it, turns it into something done simply to appease, instead of something done out of need and even desperation.