I'm trapped in a house of people I resent and whom resent me. Its a mutual attitude toward each other. Yet, I still feel happier than weeks ago, when I was out and about and with people who love me, Maybe I'm a sucker for sadness? I'm banned from social gatherings on weekdays, which just fucking sucks because I have nothing interesting to do at home besides Scrubs, napping, and cooking.
School is easy, Honors/AP classes arent as hard as everyone says they are. Latin is going to be a cinch, Mrs.Sawan knows what shes doing. Enviromental is probably the only thing that will bore me so far, but I have a funny tablepartner who talks about eye socket sex and orgasming alarm clocks. This year is going smoothly.
Made friends again with Hilary. I was a wreck on sunday. I was crying hysterically about how my life is just going to end up as a series of dissapointments and sadness. I knew I couldnt call Laurel or Abi, since they were hanging out with the rest of the group without me, that and I dont think they or would understand, and for one I just generally dont think she cares. Which is fine by me.
I've been noticing some things though, like when I actually hung out. People need to fix their shit up, because this is the precipice of a disaster. Some people know what I'm talking about, the perpatrator probably doesnt. It probably isnt anything, you just need to think about what you're doing, and how it might seem to other people.
Vegetarianism is hard, I want chicken. Tofu takes fuckin' forever to cook, and it doesnt even cook all the way most of the time. Veggie burgers all the way tomorrow. Fuck yes.