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Ow. I went to the gym this morning like usual and I didn't change anything in my workout but for some reason my torso feels like someone swung a bag full of rocks into it repeatedly. I HURT, and it's worse than that normal good muscle stiffness. I mean, holy shit. I don't want to move.


Went to a senior picture place today to get stuff figured out... not getting them done for a while but fucking hell, it's expensive. Yeah. I mean, we can afford it, but bleh. I feel kind of bad, it's been an expensive summer, with having to fix both my car and now my mother's, so yeah.


All the stuff done to my hair has left it kind of fried and frizzy... sad. It's not horrible but I miss it being all nice and sleek and shiny. Blar. .... And yet I still want to bleach the underneath layer, so go figure. But mehh, I miss my happy special fun colors and I don't want to put any on the top layer, so...


Hmh.


I've gotten increasingly inane in my posting lately. More event-y, less thoughtful, not that I was especially deep in my postings before. Which bothers me, I guess. Because I'm not an especially shallow person, I just prefer to let things sit around in my brain. Plus my thoughts tend to be pretty negative, so that's one more reason to not say them. Don't want to be just another TeenAngst!LJer, and I'm sure that's what I'd come across as. My thought processes tend to be fairly fucked-up and negative. Saying how I really feel, though, would come across as me bitching to get sympathy or advice. Wanting sympathy is stupid and selfish, especially when I think I don't deserve it, and I don't WANT advice.


...Anyway. Blar. stuff.

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So I checked the answering machine and there was a message from the insurance place asking about the accident. yeah. FUCKING HELL. so depressed now. you know, I paid the goddamn ticket, my car's supposed to be done tomorrow... I want this chapter of my life to be fucking OVER, I don't want to hear about it any fucking more, and I thought that was finally the case, but no, apparently not. god, god damnnit.


I don't know. today is just bad. I want to get out of the house but it's too early for just driving to be nice, really. and there's no one for me to socialize with. and probably that's good because I'm just feeling bitchy and combative anyway. mehhhh.

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per the request of several people who were in attendance, ( it's scary picture time! )

Yeah. From when we were at the Box Factory the other night. There's something like 9 pictures there, heh, so you've been warned... loading time of DOOOOOM!