Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Do you ever get the feeling that people only talk to you when they want something, and the rest of the time they can't be bothered to acknowledge your existance? I figure everyone must feel like that sometimes, but I seem to feel it rather often. I don't know if it's my obsessive need for attention, or if it's justified, but I don't like it.

It's the same feeling I had right around this time last year, that if I died in my room no one would notice for three days or so. Unless they wanted something from me. And it's not a nice feeling.


Also, I hate myself today because I didn't accomplish ANYTHING I had planned to. Ok, that's not entirely true, I did practice my clarinet and study Chem for about a million hours, but I didn't do any of my Ecology. Bah.



Now for the bi-polar bit (Heh... I am a bi-polar bi-sexual....Hahahahaha! Anyways,)

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS A MILD SPOILER ABOUT QUEER AS FOLK. IF YOU PLAN ON SOMEDAY WATCHING THIS SHOW AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW STUFF IN ADVANCE, THEN READ NO FURTHER.

All hail Justin, the King of Babylon!!! Heh. Oh, he showed Brian, and he showed him good.

Justin: A walking wet dream. At the diner where he works, his ass gets more compliments than the hamburgers. (His buns are fresh.) Even straight girls want to sleep with him. (And do.)

Ah, Justin is our king.


(I did not just throw in a Harry Potter reference there... Oh, who am I kidding, yes I did. I need to go to bed now, before I am completely overwhelmed by my own dorkiness.)


G'night kids.

I'm feeling much better now than I was this morning, but it's kind of like being on a roller coaster... I feel good and then I feel bad and up and down and so on.

So basically my journal is going to be kind of schitzophrenic. Heh.

Peace.