I miss Pat so much. Like my title... my body is alive yet dead all at the same time without Pat. He's my oxygen. He's what keeps me waking up every morning. Without him, I would lay in bed all day and just die of starvation and a broken-heart. I want to fall asleep next to him every night, and kiss him softly on the cheek every morning and get up to make him breakfast, singing our song as I cook for him...
Anyway. I guess I have some news. I dunno. But. Pat and I decided a wedding day. Saturday, August 21st, 2010. That's a little over three months after I graduate. I'm excited. I'm sure we'll be able to afford it. <3 I can't wait. Gives me more reason to wait patiently until I graduate.
The stupid seniors left yesterday [every senior is stupid except for Pat and Brendan]. The thespians all cried. I laughed. :] Um. Oh yeah. So one of the thespians stole my amazing blue Sharpie and I'm pissed off. Like I didn't hate those ******** enough. :/
Cliques are Satan's invention. Preps. Goths. Emo. Skater. Anime-freak. Band-Geek. Thespians. Techies. Jocks. Gays. Freaks. Anti-clique clique. I hate them all. I'm not in a clique. I'm just me. People need to realize that labels are for soup and condoms. Not people.
I've been reading things and listening to people talk lately, and they're ALL complaining about how they'll "never reach their career." Well, duh. Not everybody's going to. Keep thinking like that and you never will. I know I'm going to be a Psychologist. But if that doesn't work [which it will], I'm going to have a back-up plan.
I've been in such a pissy and pessimistic mood lately. I want my Sophomore year to be over so I can be a Junior and make the next generation of Sophomores feel like total s**t. I can't ******** wait. I hate people so much and recently, I've been getting pleasure out of making people squirm and feel like the scum of the earth.
I'm such a freak.
Edit.
I drew this for Pat for our nine-month. It's him and me.
