So my jewelry project is due Monday-ish. Over the weekend I wanted to sand it down so that I would only have to buff it on Monday and then I could turn it in.
So I asked my dad Saturday to get me some sandpaper when he got home from work. He forgot. "Oh, well, I can get some for you tomorrow."
So he gets home and I ask him to go get sandpaper and he forgets.
It's 7 pm and I tell him that I need it, so he goes out.
Since it's Sunday, no stores are open that actually carry the sandpaper that I need.
"Yeah, I can probably get it for you tomorrow."
"I need it tonight. So I can sand my keychain and have it finished. It's due tomorrow. Where would you get it tomorrow anyway?"
"I'd order it at the store."
"So you'll order it, which will take a day or two for it to come in and then I can use it."
"Yeah."


Why is it so hard for him to just buy sandpaper? I mean honestly. He can do everything else but get me things that I actually need, when I need them.

It's not the road we used to know,
They tore some buildings down.
The traffic's like a pack of dogs.
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas,
Concrete on the lawn.
There's people here, but you are gone.
And I'm fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I've reached the shore.
"Make yourself free," a man said that to me,
Now my heart is like an open door.
And the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
It's not my weight that makes me faint,
For the sugar in my blood,
But the way these strangers stand so close.
They say my name, like a guessing game,
"Is that really you?"
No, I don't think it ever was.
In the spring,
When the world's turning green,
I only think about the fall,
Or the frets on the board,
A progression of chords.
Oh how I want this to resolve.
And the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
Now the road finally gave me back,
But I don't think I'll unpack.
'Cause I'm not sure If I live here,
No, I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
I'm not sure if I live here anymore.

The night vision shows she was only ducking the truth

Lots to do in the next few days.
None of it with you.















I miss you.
It's only been one week.
Why do I still feel like I'm losing you forever?

I could call you baby, I could call you dammit, It's a one in a million

Things will be okay.
By the way, everyday in school I think of places we can sneak off to.
I always wanted to tell you.


To Natalena: On friday after class, Carl told me that I should see you more because you make me so happy all the time.

To Naticat: I still have your gift and I need to give it to you! Come over ANYTIME. Like, literally. Anytime you can. I miss you.

To wifeys K and C: I miss yooouuuuuuuuuu.






On an unrelated note, I need to get off.

It's a culmination of a story and goodbye session

I was so happy.










I don't know what to say anymore.
I don't feel like talking ever again.