Spring Break is over. I should be heading off into the sunset to go back to Fredericksburg soon.
I don't wanna.
Yesterday, there was a bit of a family explosion. A bit = a lot. Nothing makes me want to be at home more than family related explosions. Nobody else truly understands like Dad and Debbie do. All I get from anyone else is pitiful gazes, and halfassed attempts to cheer me up with drinks or chocolates. I don't need pity.
I don't care if its a waste, I really just want to get a job and live in Williamsburg and work and just be here. I can't do history well with the way things are. I already dropped a class and I'm not so sure i'll do too hot in my other ones, I'd rather not have my parents spend a lot of money for me to get mediocre grades. It would really make me happy right now to work in a coffee shop full time and maybe have my biggest worry be rent or food or what to do after work tonite.
Fredericksburg will be the death of me.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
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I was going to try to say something encouraging, but I realized anything I can say will sound hollow. I'm not sure saying nothing is any more valuable, but perhaps hearing from someone in itself is good(?)--and I couldn't just say nothing.
If you want, I'll send you a list of my useless, hollow, pat attempts at looking at the bright side, just in case one of them works.
I can categorize them by their worthlessness too, if you want, i.e. "Trite," "Pitying," "Obvious," "Unintentionally Depressing," "Sappy," "Unhelpful (in a practical sense)," "Unrealistic," etc.
Looking at this list I realize I'll have to cross-reference some of them and it could get very complex.
Just remember that lots of people love you (This would be in categories A. (trite) and G. (unhelpful).
If you're going to stay in Williamsburg, you ought to know that "V.A.'s [sic] 1st Exclusive Gospel Nightclub" just opened in Newport News. It's Christian party time, so get your Jesus worshipin' beehind back down here for the PARTY!
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