Tuesday, October 05, 2004

I'm staring to get sick. As in, runny nose, sore throat, stuffy nose, cough, sneezing, that kind of thing. And right now I feel like I either just got through crying or am about to cry, and maybe I am, because I'm thinking slightly profound thoughts. Not that profound, mind you, but profound enough to count as inspiration. Honestly, I don't even know why this is. The post I just wrote wasn't very inspiring or emotional - though, maybe, it kind of was - and the music that's playing isn't really either.

Maybe it's just because I'm getting sick. I dunno.

On Tarah's birthday party;
It sucked. Nitish showed up late, and everyone else is all cliquey and I was the odd one out. Even though I went to a small private school and have known most of those people for at least a few years (some as long as 8 or 9), I didn't hang out with them much at school, or otherwise. They were their own group, just as a few other people and I were another. Nitish was the only one of those few people to even be INVITED. It's a good thing she invited him, or I wouldnt've even come. It sucked. I hate being the odd one out. I had being shy and inhibited. I hate it all.

Ashlyn @ 8:38 PM