I realize I haven’t written here for a while. I’m not sure why, but my life always seems to work out that way. I get into a relationship and then, even though there are probably things to say, and still time to update, and still that little reminder in my head to update every so often, I never get around to actually doing it. I mean, I have even sat down here, opened the window, and attempted to write something, but always end up scrapping it. It’s weird. I have no idea why I do that.
But anyways. Bottom line is, I’m updating now. I’m not really sure why, or what the point is, but I’m here. So I finally figured out how to check my text message status online. Jin showed me a while ago, but I couldn’t actually find it until just like… a few minutes ago and FUCK I am so screwed I wish they had rollover texts or something. I feel really bad too. Apparently the cost of text messages has increased from $0.10 to $0.20, and since I’ve gone over (……….. 302/200 as of 2:30pm, so add a few more to that too…) that’s about $21 we’re looking at, basically. I feel really bad. I feel like I should pay my parents even though they wouldn’t make me, and even though it’s really their money that I’m paying them, but still. Gah. Please no one text me until 06/03/08. Why didn’t I figure this out sooner? Why do people send me pointless text messages?! Why do I send people text messages?! Why do we send text messages at all?! Why don’t we just pick up the damn phone and call each other?! UGHHHHHHHHH I’m so stupid
I FOUND MY JOURNAL!!!!!!!! AS IN, I JUST FOUND IT AND I AM SOOOOO DAMN EXCITED OMGGGGGGGG THANKKK GOODDDDDDDDDDD I was going insane and I just don’t know what I would have done if I never found it. I mean, it’s true, where could it have gone, but still, I was really worried, because although I’ve lost practically everything in the span of my lifetime, I have never once lost ANY of my journals for good, at least since I started keeping them in forth grade. So to lose my journal now… god, I think I would just die. I mean, not die, but I kind of would in a way… it’s kind of like losing a huge huge part of me… I realize that I’m sounding pretty lame right now… oh well, it’s not like many people I know read this anyways, haha. Anyways, the bottom line is, I’m really happy and relieved and every other positive emotion that I found it!
I don’t really have anything else to say (hence, the title of this entry, hahaha, which I chose before I even began it). I really want to find some more things to read. Fictionpress again, but the thing is that I can’t like… I don’t know. Last two stories I read on fp just dragged and dragged and dragged, even though there was nothing really wrong with them to begin with. I’m actually still technically on the epilogue of one of them, and I’ve been stuck there for the past month or so, it’s kind of ridiculous. I need something fresh, something quirky, something addicting. Feel free to comment with any suggestions, or book recommendations too!
And here’s just something funny that I noticed today, for Christine’s entertainment. This is a screencap of my recent sent emails:

Uh oh. Now this entry is going to look unbalanced, if I don’t write something underneath the image as well (I am weird like that). I’m trying to get my pictures from my phone onto my computer via bluetooth, but the bluetooth on my phone must be dysfunctional, because it’s not detecting ANY devices, and my computer is not detecting my phone at all. But it’s really annoying because my picture memory on my phone is now full, and plus, I have some cute pictures on my phone
Hehe. Ughhhh PLUS, my phone does not have a micro SD card, nor does it have a slot to use a wire to connect it to my computer. I absolutely hateeee my phone. I mean, not absolutely, like I still love the smooth keypad, and the face that it’s a flip phone, and that I can take pictures with the phone closed, but other than that… yeah…
I can’t believe that June is almost here. I can’t believe that high school is almost over. I can’t believe that I’m graduating in two weeks, and that I’m going to Paris is one month, and that I’m going to college in four months. God… it’s all so weird… and sad. I hate goodbyes. I hate ends. I hate letting go. It was always the hardest part for me… still is. I don’t know if I’ve ever fully let go of anything… (weird cryptic statement that has potential to be over analyzed, but I wouldn’t recommend it because as I begin to over analyze it, like I do with everything else, I myself am questioning its validity).