in the hospital.
i seem to think that if i'm bored, that means you must be.
so you'll want to read whatever unintelligent things i post here.
ice cream is delicious.

[rant] Again I find myself back in the Pharmacy. I told someone I was going to the hospital to get my antidepressants. I think she believed me. Which is sad. I'll tell her tomorrow I was just kidding. Would you have believed me? I hope not. Today, I'm stuck here until 9:00 PM. I just finished the book I'm reading for English; Night, by Elie Weisel. This means I have read two books while the rest of my class hasn't even finished one yet. It's not because I read fast, either. It's this hospital. There's nothing to do here. Except read. Or get on dA and complain about boredom. AIM doesn't work on this computer. It makes me sad. Sorry for this. [/rant]

so i've officially decided that the pharmacy is boring. even though walking here is fun. even though walking in the rain is... rainy. the rain isn't that bad, just- not to sound like a girly girl- my hair is all blah. well its mostly dry at this point but it was soaking wet. anyway, the reason i'm here is because my mom and my grandma went to florida for x amount of time to take care of my uncle. this means my choices of getting home are the bus (which i will avoid as long as possible) and walking here to get a ride from my dad. which brings me to (dunno how) why i'm writing this. (1) i'm bored. (2) i just put up a deviation a little while ago so i feel obligated to update my journal for whatever reason. (3) i don't feel like doing my homework. (4) aim express doesn't work on this computer. and last but not least (5) so i can possibly suck some time out of your day and force you to read this. it's not likely that this will work, but i can give it a shot. oh and also i'm bored.
hmm so. it's monday. which usually is a bad thing, and in today's case it was, but i've had worse mondays, i suppose. it helps that my first class is english. more accurately- it helps that my first period teacher is mr. sullivan. he's so weird and yet i find his sense of humor so quirky and interesting. sounds weird, but its true. i guess what i'm trying to say is i'm in an okay mood. rain isn't even bothering me. not that it usually does.
i guess that's it. i could write more, but what's the point? forty five minutes until freedom... i think i'll go read.

I feel like I need to vent.

Then again, I don't think I've had any bad thing, minor or major, happen to me ever that I haven't just dealt with it. I almost always complain to someone or act moody for a bit hoping someone asks me what's wrong. Usually the first one. And if I don't know whats wrong then the second one. And if they ask, even though thats what I wanted in the first place, I don't know, so I just get frustrated.

And now, I just want to get through a day that was remotely not good, and I can't. Not without venting and telling someone else, which is what I'm doing. Well not really, I'm just complaining about my tendency to complain. Does that make me a hypocrite? I'm supposed to be writing a four page paper and instead I'm doing this.

Well, I feel a little better.

I think I may have just decided to stop posting things. I don't know why or if it was even a conscious decision. School stinks, but I can't legitimately say I'm busy. I don't even know what busy is. I can't imagine how awful my life would be if I had practices I had to go to or meets or rehearsals or whatever. Staying after for two of the most pathetic, pointless clubs in my school doesn't count. I haven't updated my journal in nearly a month. and it's been longer since I posted a deviation. So maybe if I feel ambitious I'll come up with something to post. Just saying.