I wonder how many patehtic posts I already had the provelege to scribble in this internet-wahetevr. A lot. I can't write anything deep like.. the meaning of life is chicken. I don't know. I'm always tired and always pissed fof and lately I've been saying ten words aday and most of them were insults anyway. So there. Something is wrong with me or the stick up my ass. I just need a little break, break someone's bones... disappear on some desolate island and reappear all fresh and ready. Unfortunatly, no one in my family owns a private island so I'm stuck here, in the Suburbs, breathing in the sickly sweet smell of early magnolias and rain. Yes, it's raining right now and I had to run through that freaking rain to school. Behind me I could hear someone's irregular footsteps. It was my classmate, but I didn't feel like stopping or talking.
Anyway, you probably don't want to read about the weather patterns on my side of the universe. The real juicy stuff? ACEN was fun. I guess. My friend Sa was being a real bitch, but I was too sleepy to actually tell her off. So I went along to the Final Fantasy photoshoot or whatever, even though I really REALLY wanted to go to the Naruto panel. People took pictures of my costume. I went to the concert of HIGH AND MIGHTY COLORS, a Japanese band that I will never see again in my entire life, and I went to the FullMetal Alchemist penal, which was probably the funenst one there. What else did I do? Juts bough shit and complained about my shoes. I didn't flirt or kiss or hug no body. I think that fact that there were drag-queens galore freaked me out. There was some fake bondage too.. so I don't know. I'm not used to actually brushing shoulders with pervertedness.
I can't say that I'm depressed, but I'm not particualrly happy either. It's one of the neaa with a shrug days.