Oh dear gawd. I haven't posted an entry since July.... July 4th....holy cow.

Here's the situation: I'm now living in Eau Claire, thanksgiving is this week, I miss my Tigger-kitty, and my older sis had a little baby girl named Alexa. I was joking about the crunchy bananas (was I? I can't remember. Pretty sure. See last journal) but I'm not about this: take a can of carrots, take a can of green beans, dump them in a pot; don't drain the juices. Add spaghetti sauce (a cup of so, I think.) Cook together. It's delicious. Cabinet surprise was a success for me that night. I think I was on a sugar rush last time I wrote. I didn't finish that story but started a new one that I'm proud to say I'm still working on; I was actually going to go type up another section tonite before my DS went to shits. Now I'm just depressed. I've been that way for a while now. I wants to see my kitty, which is technically my elder sister's kitty. I MISS TIGGER!!!! I still haven't reread inkheart or inkspell, so I haven't read inkdeath yet. Don't spoil it for me. And I've not played gamecube for a while, either.

Now, to current buisness. XD

I hate myself. You know that? I really do. Like, for instance, even today, right now, there is literally nobody nearby I can hang out with or just talk to. There's only one person I can truly confide in, it seems, and she's not in this country. It sucks. But it's still better than being in my hometown, although if this journal is ever found by them, then I do believe I'll be in trouble. Oh well.I really can't care anymore. I'm stressed, I'm being bullied into things again, and looking at the depressed avvies if somebody tries to do that to me I'll beat them to a bloody pulp (not really; I don't actually fight, I just make a lot of empty threats. But I will turn them into the police for something like harrasment or assault.) Either way, I don't care right now. I just want sleep, to escape the world of reality into a dreamless nightmarish world where there is naught but darkness. Sounds emo, I suppose, but it basically means I don't dream, apparently, and all that happens is I'm alone in my agony of lonliness.

Oh, right- My ds broke. It fell out of my pocket and now I think the on switch is rattling, or something's loose. Only one person is this good news for, that my DS is down- my dad. He's always been opposed to me having a pink DS, even if he never says anything. I can jsut tell it.