I completely forgot about the award ceremony last week but my teacher gave me this the other day. It’s technically like a participation ribbon but I’m still happy it won something. ^_^
If I can get through my online class within the next six days, all the bullshit of high school will be over by Friday. One week. I can do this. Maybe.
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For the past few weeks I’ve been painting a piece of the wall of this frozen yogurt place that recently opened. All the pieces are meant to look like giant postcards of iconic places in this town I used to live near. Mine is of this historic old theatre.
I still have to go back tomorrow and fix some details and add the postcard script and whatnot, but I am done for the most part.
Erg. Anxiety meds. Not working. Haven’t been working all day actually.
And nothing is helping. Journaling, running, nap, friends are busy, art, getting off, nothing.
I want to say things will be better tomorrow. But knowing what going to be on my plate, it’s highly doubtful.
I think I’m going to flake on the remainder of my responsibilities for this evening and just go to sleep. ThoughItotallyshouldstayupandworkallnightonmyonlinehistoryclasslesigh.
So my friend got me to watch Game of Thrones..
And now I’m almost done with season one and I’m completely and irrevocably hooked.
And I still have one more to go until I’m caught up.

Nonsensical ranting that should probably be ignored
Oh. wow.
Just spent the last hour and a half eavesdropping on my father’s conversation in which filled my grandparents in on, well, me. Which was all the fun because apparently I scare him and he doesn’t understand “people like me” and thinks that there is a correlation between higher IQ’s and being mentally… off. Like some chemical imbalance that can’t be fixed or something. And apparently I remind him of his first girlfriend in college, like to creepily accurate extent. But she was a cutter and I am not, but similar in mindset supposedly until she committed suicide like a year after they broke up. He also thinks I’m practically psychotic for seeing a psychologist now.
Like yay thank you father for confirming what I thought you’ve been thinking. woo.
Oh, hi. I’m Justin, Chloe’s brother. And I am in fact, fucking adorable, as I inherited roughly 90% of my family’s good looks.
As of this morning I am going through my first break up from a long term relationship.
Shit hurts like a bitch.
I think I’ve found my own form of personal torture.
If someone really wanted to shred me to pieces from the inside, out, the most effective way to do so would be to completely cut off contact all with me without warning or explanation, leaving me to wonder 24/7 what I did wrong to upset them.
Like ignoring calls and texts, over an entire weekend.. Abruptly no response as opposed to being in contact the majority of the time…
I mean its totally cool, don’t worry about making me hardly able to function or anything…
I received my first university acceptance letter today…
Along with an $8000 scholarship.
To my first choice school.
It is a good day.

Who really gives a fuck if you were "in love" when you lost your virginity?
Or if you were in love with the person you lost it to. I hope no one ever asks me that for the rest of my life because the answer people are hoping for is bullshit. Love and sex are two completely different things, and one does not mean the other. If you love someone and want to show them, don’t…
(Source: elu-cidate)