so i'm sitting in clare's room. listening to the glee version of 'don't stop believing.' i'm exhausted. and i look like a boy in this plaid shirt that i bought. but i don't care because i like it. it's actually the second plaid shirt i bought today. which is bad because if i keep going to the mall twice a week i'm going to blow all the money i'm making by babysitting. oh,and i'm stuck going home tonight because my mother won't let me sleep here. kill me, please. i miss journalism class. and tavia and megan.
this room is two million degrees, and clare just threw our matching underwear next to me. oh, and now there's gavin's song playing. how pleasant. i wish my family was pleasant; then maybe, just maybe, i'd want to go home. it's a possibility. i'll just end up at clare's at seven tomorrow morning anyways. after i stay up til one am texting pat and josh and sean, i'm guessing.
tomorrow is a clare day. with food. and good music. and plaid. and we smell really good because we put on perfume from macy's. and i just, surprisingly, found out that i enjoy demi lovatto's music. well, i suppose it's only expected. it's nice. but anyways, i have to walk home now before it gets dark and my mother decides that i can't walk a block in the dimly lit streets. God forbid I cross the street after dusk. i might do something irrational since the sun had disappeared.
don't stop believing.
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