-Maroon 5
Yes. Greenville is driving me mucking fad! OMG. I just don't think I can take it anymore. I'm sick of my house, I'm sick of my neighborhohod (which has become so tragic that TWO houses have window AC units in the FRONT of them), I'm sick of the Eastside, I'm SICK OF GREENVILLE! Today was almost the breaking point. The only thing that kept me sane was realizing that today marks 2 weeks left here in this wretched rut of life.
I am VERY ready to just plain old move out. I'm ready to be on my own... my mom made me go pull weeds outside in the yard today... 20 year olds (w/ 3 months until their 21st birthday) don't do stuff like that! And I'm gonna live in a townhouse once I get my own place so I have no yard. I mean, that was just annoying. I just don't like being around here anymore. I'm about to be 21... and I know PLENTY of 21 year olds that are out on their own. I mean, once I graduate, I want to have my own place. I want to be able to come back to this house and just be a visitor. Even today on Who Wants to be a Millionaire (on GSN... that's all I do all day long), Regis asked this guy how old his kids were. The guy said 21, 23, 24, and 26. Regis asked if any of them lived at home, and the guy said no... see, even the 21 year old is gone... ugh.
Anyway, I did do something semi-fun today. Mandy and Sarah from high school called and asked if I wanted to hang out with them tonight. So I did. We jut cruised around downtown... it was... okay... I just felt really tragic. This is what my life has become. GSN and cruising downtown Greenville. Whoop-de-friggin'-do.
Anyway, since nothing exciting is going on my life, I doubt if I'll write in here very frequently... it's more fun to keep up with Tree #3 (which Sarah Vestal has told me she doesn't want me to allude to anymore since she has figured it out). So, I won't. And with this, I think I am also retiring the Xanga. It wasn't fun... it seems to be a cess pool for drama anyway.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
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