Funny. Almost no one uses these things anymore. It's almost as quiet as my LJ. I can post anything there without any worry 'cause really, who'd read it? And I've given up posting on Myspace because you never know who'll read it. I tend to just post the tame stuff I don't care about people seeing.

*cracks knuckles*

Hello, Xanga. I can't really say that I've missed you so, but what the hell. It's been a long, long while. Maybe I'll come back to you and post something everyonce in a while, I don't know.

I crocheted a daisy motif hat today. Totally scrapped my fugly and long-ass navy scarf I made a year ago, back when I sucked at crochet. It's... interesting. I mean, if I use a softer and a little finer yarn than what I had, it'd probably be wearable. So I might end up scrapping the hat someday. Somedaaaaay.

I'm turning my long-ass yellow scarf into a nicer daisy motif one. It suits it. Once again, it'd probably be better to have a softer yarn. I found a Walmart gift card one day when I was cleaning and it still has money on it, about ten bucks. We're going back to school shopping on either Saturday or Sunday. I'll have to find some yarn then.

Hee. I'm yarn-obsessed.

Well, I must start working on my essay. They don't write themselves, you know.

Excuse any irregular behavior over the next few days. If I yell at you, I probably didn't really mean it, blah blah. Please don't provoke me. Pass the word along. I can be, trust me, a real bitch when I'm emotionally insecure and shit like that.

So, I did it. A day short of two months. Irony's a bitch, you know. It wasn't easy. It hurt a lot. We're just friends now, just friends. If you think about it, that isn't too far from what we had. Haha, what we had. Past tense. It's weird.

Mumsie drank the last of the lemon tea, my comfort drink. Bugger. To make things worse, there's not a trace of any good sweets in the pantry. I picked a good time to break my heart, eh? No cheesecake, no ice cream, no cookies... there isn't even any fruit left. Well, there is, but it's all the nasty crap. The 'rents are going grocery shopping tomorrow. I can't wait.

Now if you excuse me, I have a take-home test to finish (royal pain in my ass) and some issues I need to take care of. With tissues.

Boys are such a pain, I don't know why I even bother. So I'm holding off on any chasing for awhile. I don't think I'd even want to do any chasing, anyway. I still like him. And he still likes me. But it hardly worked because we're both busy bees. He has his art, friends, and family while I have my music. And my friends and family.

Breaking up is hard to do.