Adbak's persuit of avoiding a grocery store, finding another grocery store, getting pissed off at grocery stores, going to parties, and sleeping.

Shit. It

Only 7 more days, OMG that is so fucked up...in a good and bad way!
I am so excited for tomorrow i get to see my 3 loves, fuck i miss em all so much! we are gonna have an awsome time...whatever we do, it is gonna be a party. I really do wanna go get all fucked with em, but ya know i will be fine if we stay clean all night, just a little let down. I hope i don't fuck this up, i feel so awsome, and if i blow this it will be bad news. what to do, what to do!?

I said once, back on the old Oasis, that I liked cleaning, because of its therapeutic properties.

A real live legend of the New American West returns

I am no longer ill, and I got a haircut, and ate a lot of cheese, and had band practice, and went to Toys r Us! And things and stuff!

Would you expect anything less from me?

I talked to one of my friends on the phone last night who I'm not out to (hardly needs that "not out to" qualifier; that would be most of my friends). We don't talk very often, like most of my friends she lives far away. So it was fun. Until the topic of conversation turned suddenly to guys. And how so and so should hook me up with one of her boyfriend's friends. And I'm hemming and hawing and trying to deflect the conversation to a new subject. There are some good things about not living near my friends. I hate lying to them, and so ofen I feel like that's what I'm doing when I hide my sexuality. I think if we still lived in the same place I would have to come out to them, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. I just have no idea how some of them will react.

i want to be with her...i might go in june. that would be great. *sighs happily*

I'm looking across the street when a guy walks by, right close to the window.

Oh dear... the problem... part the two....Read more:-)

Well, my father is still not speaking to me. The silent treatment is fun, no? Then my mother went on another rant about how the gay community "is lonely, they have no family, no meaningful relationships, and do lots of drugs."

Then, there was silence.

I wish I was kicked out, it's better than the crap I'm getting, but still, no regrets.

What kills me is why I *had* to come out. Was the Lesbianation thing on the computer a hint? The fact my ceiling is, and I mean this literally, wallpapered with models. The fact I've participated in Day of Silence. It feels like you're living out...and yet either they're dense or in denial. My vote is denial.

Hey, I'm Caitlin. I live in Claremont, CA which isn't too far away from Los Angeles. I won't be writing in here very much at all becuase I have a livejournal. You can check that out at http://www.livejournal.com/users/needsalife87. If you want to reach me you can e-mail me at dramageek@ix.netcom.com or my AIM screenname is needsalife87. Pretty easy to remember considering it's my name here at Oasis.

Today was totally great because we had a snow day, and I spent the majority of the day sleeping and watching MTV. Did you know that they play basically the same 10 videos all day? News to me.

Yeah, I am totally glad to have another Oasis blog, my other one got lost after Oasis crashed (sigh).

Going to visit my brother at college tomorrow, hope I have as much fun as I did visiting last weekend (I found out that I am extremely loud when I'm drunk), but I doubt it, since we are just going to pick him up.

I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such.

Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.
And spill my guts onto strangers.
They say strangers have a story;