A mere hour or so ago I experienced an emotional slap in the face. There's nothing like seeing someone you used to have feelings for holding hands with someone who REMINDS you of the person you used to be. Ouch. I dunno. It kinda just sends me the message that I wasn't good enough for him.

WELL.

Anyway.

We watched finished watching American Beauty in lit. I was very, very upset when Lester got shot. The whole time I thought whatsherface, oh yeah, Carolyn, was the one who was going to shoot him, but no, it was his dumb, selfish neighbor. At least if it was Carolyn there would have been a more stable intent behind it. Colonel Fitz, no one gives a crap if you're gay. No need to go shooting people because of it. Anyway, you have to have seen the movie to understand what I'm talking about.

My mom's taking me to Honda Carland this week to look at cars/get a car for me. We've tried Craiglist and pushed it to its limit, with no luck, so she's just taking me to a dealership and getting it over with. I'm thinking maybe a Civic or a CR-V if we find a decently-priced one. If we don't find something at Honda we're going to Nissan or Ford.

Ugh, I feel so drained.
Daylight hours...don't leave me yet!
I don't even know what to write anymore, because everything I write feels artificial, surface-skimming.

And I still have to write four days worth of TV5 journals for my French class. Meh.

BLEH.

Goodbye.