Happy Fireworks.

I'm a little late -- because I wasn't at the computer ALL DAY because they keep stealing it and RAWR -- so.

Played games, went swimming and watched the fireworks show -- it was awfully short -- from the roof of Sunnyside Towers. The creepy smiley faces were back. :::shudder::: And ... yeah. Vern, when he's drunk, is really funny. Saw Jerry and Sunny again for the first time in ages; wished to every deity there ever is, was, and will be to have Sunny's hair. Nate makes good grilled corn and assorted vegebles.

I'm so tired and SO bored.

Who wants to chip in to the "Venus Needs A New Motherboard" fund? :::hopeful smile:::

Hmmmmm.

A lot of people have recently described me as "depressed." I don't know if that's accurate. Unmotivated, lethargic, unenthusiastic, detached (maybe), cranky, cynical, bored (perhaps), apathetic (think I'm getting warmer with that one).... I think those are more accurate adjectives. I just wouldn't call myself depressed, if only to save people poking at me and trying to force me to take medicine to be happy.

That overly excited thing that you may have seen me do? It's all after-effect from cheerleading that still hasn't gone away, I swear. I'm not a happy person. Those of you who've known me long enough really know that. I don't think I want to be that way. I like being a crochety old woman. But, at least I'm only "depressed," and not depressing. That would kinda suck for you guys, and then you wouldn't want to be around me. And then I'd have no friends and my life would cease to have meaning (note: that doesn't count as feeling sorry for myself because it's not true).

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How do towels get dirty if you only use them when you're clean?

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My dad wants to "sit down and talk" about me possibly going back to school. No good can come of this, in any way, shape or form; of this I'm certain.