fluster buster

Moods passed around and shared like clothes to fit on is currently an acting downside with having a close knit of friends. Cass has notably been in a bad mood this week and it's starting to catch onto me. It didn't help that my parking job scraped against her car this morning either. After a while of her repeating over and over "Don't hit my car!" it had to happen. She's pissed and I was feeling really bad about it--truth be told, I was terrified about confronting her, but fact is, the scrape did more dammage to my car than hers. In fact, the marks left on her car would easily come off with soap and water, although now I'm not so sure that those had been made by me, since she admits that she'd spotted them before today's mishap. I scraped her car today, and never until today. But who better to blame than me? Venting at me when I'm in the wrong is encouraged, but when false accusations are made, naturally I get pissed.

I've been putting off finishing the essays for college applications. I have to get those done soon. No. I will get them done today. Make that now.

God I wish I had something incredibly profound to say right now. So this is me, stripped of all my wordly pretensions. Though the leaves of Eden could not cover the nakedness of my blanched spirit, I am better clothed in all the pretensions of a sightless world.

Or something like that.

Essays. Right.

10.29.02 - 4:52 p.m.