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Went out to see "Hellboy" today, with the guy formerly known as lj user = angelwind. Really awesome movie. I adored it. I love Hellboy. *self proclaimed geek, yet all around good girl 'tilts halo'*
Came home, dyed romeosdistress7 hair, then went out for coffee with romeosdistress7, wannabelikemike, and sed. It's nice to actually be doing things on the weekend. When I was dating jojotklown all I did in my spare time was spend time with his family. All nice people, but I'd get so bored, and felt so out of place. I never mind meeting s.o.'s family, and spending time with them, but doing the same thing every weekend gets old. Plus I knew he disaproved of most of my friends, and most of the activities I enjoyed. I don't think I saw wannabelikemike once, after dating jojotklown for a few weeks. I didn't really see anyone. But *wavies* I'm back. I've kind of crawled out from under my rock *stands safely next to rock, ready to dive back under it at moment* This doesn't erase my social anxiety though, just makes me a litle more willing to come around.

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Sleep was there it was within my grasp .... and then what happens? Casper (don't worry, still adore him, not actually angry) looks over and sings "The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup.... " And wham! Snapped back to reality. I'm totally futters over here. Worst possible thing to get stuck in your head when trying to fall asleep.
Seriously I'm going insane over here.

Then I lay back down, tried to fall asleep again, and wooo! My phone rings. Loudly. Annoyingly. I get up and lo and behond who the *beep* is it, but someone I do not want to talk to. I'm totally mad by this part and start screaming at my "missed calls" list while doing some sort of weird dance. And now

Casper is playing CoF *rips hair out at roots*

And I'm drinking Folgers

*screams* Fucking instant (oooo I've cursed. No beeping out this time) coffee!! I'm drinking god damned (and blasphemy! On Easter! *shudders*) instant coffee!!!

On two hours of sleep.

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Someone go to romeosdistress7 journal and comment on his story before he drives me up a wall.

Two hours of sleep, some instant coffee, a headache, and no makeup later....

Hah, and I say fuck it.

Can't say fuck it. Too stuck on the shallowness of self. The wonders of makeup, this is 15 minutes after that first pic