i have roughly ten minutes to write anything. i decided that sleep was a better idea than any other ideas i had this morning. and there's not much today that i want to talk about...
i really would prefer not to talk about the fact that my father and i got into one of our monolithic battles as i was trying to go to sleep last night. over laundry. well, apparently that's what it was about, since it's hard to understand him when he does one of those threat-yelling, vein-bulging tirades. and i say the same thing every damn time: i don't want you to talk to me that way. nobody, ever, talks to me like that. and then someday in the near future he will apologize, tell me he didn't mean it, and he was just blowing off steam. and then i will of course be expected to magically forgive him because hey, we're related, and i'm living in his house rent-free.
and i also don't feel like talking about how i have my first "date" tonight from an online personal ad. because first of all it sounds pathetic. second of all i wasn't really expecting to meet people so much as penpals. i've met a few nice ones of that sort. and third, this guy seems way more excited about this than i do, and i'm wondering if that's a good thing or not.
so those are the things i don't want to talk about. and as there's no time to talk about the things i do want to talk about, i'll just stop now. i'll give you song lyrics. they're from the weakerthans.
we emerge from youth all wide-eyed like the rest.
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