blah blah blah my weekend was sick. Not really. Friday was but the rest was pretty boring. Friday i went with two of my friends to visit this kid under house arrest. He's supposed to be as hard as nails, but he was really lovely when i met him. We watched suicide kings (good movie.) at his house. After that i met up with my friend Nina, but was to tired to hang out so i went home and slept.

The next day i didn't do anything till like nine at night. I went to some dirty diner with some friends then downtown to see if Richard or Julia was working. They weren't so i went home. I had watched the movie Frida earlier that day and goddamn that movie is so good.

Sunday. I got a cold. I don't know where i got it or how i got it but i sneezed like every two minutes. Lame. But now i'm fine, i got some sudafed in my system so i'm all pumped up and ready to go. I remember when i was like fourteen or fifteen i wold take six sudafed to get awake and really energetic, but it only had that affect once. All the other times i would jst get dizzy as hell.

Right now i'm just chilling out in my schools library listening to My Morning Jacket (Go Louisville!) and doing nothing. Speaking of Louisville, only one month till Cat Power comes here. hfkhfk yay.

I've got that rap song nina always plays in the car "i work hard. Goddamn hard for the money." haha awesome.

Since i stopped taking Lamactil, now i have to open it up, then just throw it down the sink. I don't want that shit in my system. I should probably do it pretty regularly so Debby doesn't get worried. I'm so sick of talking about eating disorders with therapists, doctors, psychiatrists. I just want to be left alone now, but i'm always afraid they'll discover that i never recovered and i'll get sent to a hospital. Ugh.

fuckkkk. It's only a monday. Tomorrow i'm seeing Aaron though, so tuesday = good day. Wednesday will be awesome cause it'll be brown school soccer and we all know what that means. hah

Mahgeeta.