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Tuesday, July 06, 2004

I spent the whole day at home, but oddly I don't feel like I've wasted it.
I woke up late cause I slept late once again. I still can't go to sleep.
I ate a lot, which isn't new. Even if I was not hungry, I still ate, which isn't good, since junkfood is what I usually put in my mouth, since it requires little effort. Real/healthy food requires time and work.
I was quite productive today. I made several bracelets. Although not the prettiest looking bracelets, still wearable. Some are incredibly tacky, but that's what makes them special.
I spent an hour looking for yarn, but just ended up with a bruise on my arm. If nothing happens tomorrow I'm gonna continue that search.
I also painted my nails black. I wanted to do them purple, but I couldn't find the purple. It was choice between silver or black. Black always wins.
A while ago, I was invited to Annmarie's birthday party. I was happy cause that way I wouldn't have to invite myself. I got an e-mail today saying that her party was going to be combined with Jen's. I don't know Jen that well. Translation: I don't believe she deserves a present from me. I wasn't invited to her movie day meaning she wouldn't have invited me to her birthday party originally. I don't wanna dish out $20 on her. Or even $15. Fuck... I know I'm cheap! I really wanna go to the party cause I'll feel bad for bailing on Annmarie. I don't mind giving her a present. She had to put up with my annoying self for a whole semester in grade 10. Anyone who can do that without complaint deserves a little present from me. This sucks majorly. I have a Plan B, but it's super mean on my part. Any bit of advice would be greatly appreciated.
I also feel like summer is slowly slipping through my fingers. It's like I'm in quicksand. The more I try for summer to be fun, the worse off I am. The less I try, the more fun I have. But I feel bad when I don't make plans.
This is why I'm grouchy today...
And to make things worse, my mom asked me one of the worst things ever. "What are you?"
I didn't even know what to say to that. Or how to act after that.

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