road to nowhere.

hello to no one who reads this!

im just getting back to the sweat box that is loft 302. today i quickly sewed my dad an apron. its very cute. i made it a las vegas theme, complete with heart, spade, club, and diamond buttons. also dice buttons.

i spoke with jeff just ten minutes ago and he is trying to bail out on coming to atlanta. and mark my words, i will choke him out if he doesnt come. plus he has some choking out to do of his own.

windsuit party on saturday. i am so excited. i still need to get the huge orange coolers and we have to find bugles in bulk.

tonight i had room service with my brother and my dad. i decided that if i get the job at the west egg this week than i will stay in atlanta until august 1. but if i do not, then july 1 here i come. im going to live in a studio in the city by myself. its going to be quite an adventure.

im not exactly sure why i am here. everyone is playing poker and i am writing in this while i am sweating and mike is making pasta and sauce right next to me on the stove. i guess i just feel like an annoyance. like, why you been acting so messed up towards me lately. im listening to francoise hardy. it sort of makes me sad because it reminds me of people i once knew. people who i wish i still did. who werent mad at me for no reason. or pretend like that never wanted to by my friend again. oh well. i guess thats what being a teenager is all about.

my dad let me put my phone payment on his credit card so i am back in the game. just not until the 13th when i have a new plan and i can talk more often.

there are so many people i need to call. andrew. leigh. sarah. lindsey. jessica. briana. diana. all people that have called me that i havent called back. dylan too.

im going to watch six feet under season three!