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My toes are blue
3:26 PM|06-09-2002

I hate feeling so obligated to write "deep", "emotional" entries all of the time. It makes me feel forced to always feel something, and if I don't feel anything, I don't write. Because I figure that's not what people like to read.

I'm so set against being boring and just writing about my day that I never write about the events in my life anymore. Because people have told me that it's boring to read about.

I know that I shouldn't worry about what other people want from me, but I do. Because I want a massive following.

I've always wanted to be the type of person that everybody loves and longs to be.

However, instead I became the girl that nobody sees, nor do they really care to be. Which sounds more self-depricating than it's supposed to.

Two days into summer vacation and I'm bored out of my mind. It makes the prospects for this summer look very, very bleak.

I need something to do. A job would probably be best, I can't get one though because of our vacation next month. So, I'm money-free and without purpose this summer. Like all other summers.

One big plus though is that I have my senior pictures in three days, and an eye appointment in two, and I have my physical for my driver's permit on the 17th.

Which means I'll have to find my damn social security card. I have no idea where it went, but I have a strong feeling that it's in my room, lost for all time.

I never thought I'd need it anymore after I memorized the number. Apparently, though, you need it as proof of citizenship. Damn.

I'm going to ask Erin about it, though, before I bust my ass to find it.

Sorry this entry sucks. I just don't have much to say.

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