anywhere but here

funny how helpless the people on the other line are. i remember when we were kids and would prank call people. see who gets to keep people on the other line the longest. too bad caller id's were invented. sometimes lonely people would answer. and i dunnow what my point is. i guess that's just the way i felt 5 minutes ago when i answered a phone call from the wrong number. anywhoo.

i was eating a caramel sundae and i was a happy girl. till i realized that it was all gooooone. and i want more. it's so f-ing hot here, you can feel the sweat trickle down your nose. aaaaack. i hate talking about the weather. but this. this is inevitable. when i was a kid i wanted to kill ernie baron for the rains. now i want them to pour!! it's too hot to do anything productive. now i want to kill ernie baron to bring them back. wait, is he even alive? i wouldn't know, i dont watch tv anymore. it's too hot. (that was an exxageration)

ugh i so want to get away from this place. all my friends seem to be away. off to exotic places. the only exotic thing in this house is the good ol laz-y boy. not even exotic. more of ancient. i want to run away to paris or new york!! actually any place with my friends would do. even school. i miss school. and when i go back i'll miss summer. it's a sick cycle. that evil ancient teachers invented to torture kids.

omg, i miss katha.

what the hell, i'm going ballistic here!! i can't wait to go. anywhere. the next time i'll be going out is still on saturday and that seems about a million years away. this is torture. i'd be happier living in an asylum.

:: love is proof of the unseen ::