Ya know how much I hate the holidays? Any of my readers from a year ago can remember how freaky I went when I saw the thing I wanted to get him for Christmas last year. Any of you who haven't read for that long...you're damn lucky. It was a very scary thing.
I've been feeling depressed lately, which is kinda wierd. Normally I can think of Jake and be fine. I can think of how much he loves me, and how happy he'll be when we see each other tomorrow, but nothing. It doesn't help. I want to be with him all the time. I want to have his kids.
But back to the dread of hoildays (which may be the root of this spuratic depression). I tend to get what I want, but that's not what I really truely want inside. I don't care about material things (though a ring would be nice). If for the holidays what I could get would be to give something to everyone and see that they'd like it and/or use it everyday, I'd rather have that satisfaction than getting a present. People made happy by Annie = Happy Annie.
My birthday is drawing closer, and I'd getting excited, I'll grant you that much. I just want my license. License, money, new car seat covers (Which reminds me...I should check out ebay), and a CD to throw in the stereo, because god knows there's nothing good on the radio...almost ever.
I think I'm gonna quit my job. My boss Mo quit, and she works with my Dad at the TV station now. Our new boss...is a fucking pig. I detest the man! He treats me like I'm his...love slave or something! The man needs to be taken out back and shot. The bastard....
Very lucky am I to have this weekend off. Jake and I are going to take advantage of this. Who knows when we'll see each other again? Tomorrow night we're going and seeing the tree being lit downtown. Of course, we don't really have much of an option, Dad is MCing the event. Moral support and what not. Morals. Ha.
My laptop clock is in perfect sync with my alarm clock. I never knew that. It's merely a coincidence. Huh....
On Tuesday we had a party for the band fruits. It was a full course dinner, awards, and music. The flutes won 'the inaudible award' and the 'can't march worth a fuck award'. Erm...yay? Anyway, the individual people awards didn't happen to include me. I won 'Best Musician' two years ago. That was the last time we did the awards.
Yeah, sure okay then.
Jake will be here in under 24 hours. Arg. I want him here now. We're gonna go out and have fun. Lots and lots. Heh...
With that said, it's obvious that I may not be able to get into this beautiful system to update. Not like you guys expect many updates anymore, cause I'm a fucking ditz and can't remember to do it.
Ya know, I'm tired. Wierd. I could fall asleep with this thing in my lap, listening to Black Eyed Peas on the shitty audio system. It's almost appealing....hm. No. My parents are paying for this internet usage. It'd be a waste. Woah...what am I smoking? Since when have I cared about my parents?
Yeah okay...sleep. I forgot that it may be helpful.
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