Weekend Groundings.

god, why does my life have to suck so much? it's always so difficult when your mother lets you sleep in till twelve (no sarcasm here. when i sleep in too late, i'm always up half the night, and because i have a serious lack of friends, there's never anything to do) and then expects you to be dragged all over haberfield to do her chores with her in sweltering heat when i could've been suffering in silence in the cool comfort of my own air-conditioned home.

i feel like more and more people are drifting from me, and that i'm having a lesser fun time than usual. might be due to my grounding and whatnot, but in the past two terms, my friend levels have reached an all-time low, and have dropped by about 80% than the amount of people i befriended/was friends with in term two of igs. it's kind of ridiculous, and i wish it would stop sucking so much.

due to all this friendship hubbub, or lack thereof, i've become extremely clingy to people like paddy and liam. and that's very poor for them, because then they're stuck with me, like, all the time. i'm constantly following liam around like a lost puppy, and with paddy, it's even worse! god, he's so freaking lucky he has a weekend where he gets to be away from me. if anything, this groundation is serving him well. he isn't copping any flack, which is good, because he doesn't really deserve it. he's getting what he deserves. which is some time well spent with friends who aren't me. besides, we're basically into completely different things and it would be sort of poor if i were to tag along to their little gaming thing + pizza + zombie movies. on account of me hardly eating (only when i do, it's heaps. yeah, what the hell, i don't know either), and me not even gaming properly anymore.

i know this is sort of a pointless ramble but god, i've gotta create something for myself to do, eating icypoles and watching the joker be a maniacal sex god has it's highlights, faw shaw, but then i just start to feel comatose, and i'm used to my brain being in constant overdrive. anyway, satan (aka my mother) is calling me to nibblies, so yeah. talk to you losers (not really though, because i'm the loser without the friends) later.