winterseaspray: ([ga] Hiding)
So two days ago now, I was riding my bike and got thrown off of it, scraped the skin off of one knee, and between my pinky and ring finger, and hit my shoulder quite hard. I almost smashed my head against the concrete -- and a tree, and thought I had scraped all the skin off of my face. Luckily those last things didn't happen. I got back on my bike, because I needed to get to Julia's, and I wasn't too worried about it.

But my shoulder still hurts. And I want to complain about the long stratch I got out of NO WHERE on the back of my leg. Do I have a sign that says "Ready to get hurt" on me? I mean, first it was my back (hey, didn't complain about that alot to you guys, talk to Josh who was with me when I couldn't walk or sit down), then my shoulder, and neck and everything annoying in the world.

I hate getting hurt, its annoying and a waste of time and energy. *sigh*

And I felt like complaining.
winterseaspray: ([bones] Thinking)
Hmmmm, I am in Josh's house and we just dyed my hair (brown, so its like, a solid color instead of really dark on the top and light on the bottom from when I failed the bet with Eddie) and now Mols is cutting Josh's hair, and I'm just sitting here, waiting for the dye to set.

Harry Potter... Oh my god. Its so soon. I partically like the idea of being in England, because I read the first one here, with Josh and like, that's full circle, but I'M GOING TO MISS THE MIDNIGHT PARTY WITH SAMMIE AND CO. *sniff*

Blah. I think I've bruised my tail bone. How, I don't know, but now it like... hurts to sit down. And walk a little. Its like a concentrated place down low, and it doesn't hurt doing anything else, but its really strange...

Lot's of writing and other shit. Went to the Roman Baths today, was AWESOME. Also, watched GoF today. EW, AWFUL.
winterseaspray: ([henri] On the Docks)
Sick....... meh.
winterseaspray: ([bones] Omnia Mea Mecum Porto)
So, having second thoughts about prom. I don't really want to go. In fact, I really dont want to go. Its so much effort. Dress, beforehand, afterwards, a lot of time, all those people who are just... there. Meh.

I don't want to have to deal with it as a sort of good bye. Plus then, there is just be being anti-socail slash, not knowing where I want to fit in, or even if I want to fit in and Eddie. I mean, it will be fun with Eddie, but it means I have chosen where I will be, what group because, I can't bring Eddie and be with certain people who don't know him. *sigh*

I'm driving to prom. I'm not getting a limo and spending inordinate amounts of money. I made my dress. Its almost there. I just have to sew up the back... add in a zipper, hem everything, make it look nice. Buy shoes. Ew. So much to do, so much that I just don't want to do.

I also think it has something to do with the fact that I don't want this to be the end of the year. I don't want to graduate. But the thing is, I do. I'm so excited to LEAVE. I want to get out of here, go down to DC and start again. To do it right... not that I did it wrong here, but sometimes... sometimes I feel as if I did.

I've got some friends,
some that I hardly know
But we've had some times,
I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks
of the places that we will go


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