Current location:	Mom's house.
Current mood:	bored

Memoirs Of A Blogger
Well, we seemed to have taken a break from 'discussing.' Not sure how I ought to feel about it... I'd like to say it saved me some heartache, but I've just been having an awful week.

I asked my mom to pick up some refills - she did not. Nothing has been done about the bureau, which means my room is a fucking mess, with no near sign of hope. Dad is on my case about starting to take SAT prep classes as soon as this month. School is going to start in a few short weeks, and I'm supposed to be tapering off the cyclosporine soon.

And, on top of it all, I'm breaking out. D:

I won't yak about Tom tonight - well, no more than what's been said. In fact, I went to bed last night thinking how amazing it was that just over a month ago I was there, in bed with him. Guh. If only, right?

I decided I ought to write a manifesto for myself, to save this journal from befalling a fate in the tradition of it's millions of brethren.

The Online Journal Manifesto

I. I understand that lyrics are not appropriate post material. I did not write them, and no one understands them.

II. I will not post things in fits of emotion that I will regret in the morning.

III. I will not post conversations between my friends and I over AIM or a similar online communication agent. No one cares.

IV. I will not post quizzes, surveys or memes without a purpose.

V. I understand that by making nonsensical posts or posts less than a paragraph long, I am wasting everyone's time.

And that's it. By the way, eat a new McDonald's Snacker. And watch Dead Like Me. Do it.