That’s not true…I could be sleeping. But I find myself overwhelmed by a feeling of homesickness. I’m homesick for Ohio, Spokane, and Chicago all at once. Being in Colorado kind of sucks, because I know all of two people here. I actually now know four, but two of them probably will make no effort to contact me while here because they actually have friends. I’m lonely, jobless, and…tired. AND I’m listening to Miley Cyrus set on repeat. Really, does it get anymore pathetic than this? I started Vanity Fair a bit, but haven’t gotten far. It might help if I read about a social climber’s mishaps and compared her pathetic life to my own. Except Becky Sharp is fictional. I need a job, because then I’ll have something to do. And I need a really good friend here.
My dad leaves in a few days and that scares me. He’s going to be gone…how will our family function? MJ and Grace only really listen to him. And Brianna’s already put herself in head dictator position. I can hardly stand it when Dad does it, let alone my older sister. I’ve already shot her down twice…hope it doesn’t get ugly.
Well, imaginary readers, I hope that I haven’t depressed you too much. Hopefully my next update will be an excerpt from the Nomorims. Because I haven’t worked on that in a while and it’s good to have a project to work on. Until next time, at a ridiculously early hour when no one else is awake.