I'm going to Maine tomorrow, I guess. There's nothing I can do to prevent it, despite the fact that I loathe going there. I can't even listen to my cd player, as I broke it today when it tumbled on the floor out of my hands. Besides the fucking celery in my sandwich, pretentions and rude bastards that we call people, ungreatful assholes who look down upon you when you try to do them a favor, piss annoying sales associates in every store in the nation, and many other joyful things, the broken cd player is only one of the bad things that I've encountered. Yeah, that's all of them, in a nutshell. I could just kick people.
I wonder what I'm going to do in Maine this weekend, considering that there is never anything worthwhile doing up there. Maybe I'll bring my rollerblades and try to use them again. I'll bring my Biology text book and try to finish that work that should have been done a while ago. I'm so happy that the cover of my book decided to fall off today and that I had to get ugly duct tape to stick it back together. The fact that my dad is pissed off at me and my mother for no reason at all is going to make the weekend all the more fun. I love my life. Oh yes, I do. I'll just keep telling myself that.
The blisters still aren't healing. One of them is all nasty and still raw and infected. Kim called today and asked me if I was going to come back to soccer, which added another wonderfully nice aspect to my day, seeing as I had to deal with that. Oh, I forgot to add that the pollen count today was at level ten, the highest and most severe level, making the quality of my day improve once more. I was fortunate enough to have an itchy throat and ears, as well as a runny nose. Today wasn't even one of those days where I felt sad and depressed and wanted to cry. It's one of the days where everyone who crossed my path found a way to make me extremely angry, aggravated, mad, or just plain pissed off. Today it was all of THEM and not ME!
I think I'm going to go read a bunch of old e-mails and old letters and I saved from my friends. Reading certain ones always makes me feel happy again. I hope that this works, and hopefully by tomorrow I'll be out of this funky mood and back to my normal self. If there even is a me that is "normal". *rolls eyes* Whatever. I'm wicked tired now, and I need some sleep. Or something like that.