she smiles
What's this feeling? It hurts to smile. I'm not used to smiling this much anymore. I'm so terribly happy--uh oh... there it goes... oh, it's gone.
Sorry folks. False alarm.
Heh.
I'm currently on AIM--this happens sometimes, and it's a sometime very uncommon. There was a most fantastic exchange of witty banters with Karn and making plans to get my free psychic reading with Giselle, who is now officially the Latina-version of Miss Cleo. The only ones left now though are Cassa and Bill. I haven't spoken to Bill in a while. There was always his notes page to spam. Lucky for him, I spam sparingly.
We finally won a homecoming game. Yay. That would have been said with much enthiusiasm earlier, but joy is not quite as durable as say, listlessness. I wish I'd been there, but then we wouldn't have won. My absence was the needed key, you see.
Nico's been on an 'On Your Own' policy. I could only take it for so long before I decided I should try it out for myself.
-"Kareen, I need a ride to school."
-"You're On Your Own."
I'm remorseless. But let's see how long it lasts.
10.05.02 - 12:01 a.m.