I did so much this morning… Boris and I got up early and got Hot Bagels and went to Old Navy at the nice small mall but we came really early and they opened at 10 so we spent an hour just talking. We had a very awkward conversation about sexuality, but other than that, it was nice.

I had to try on a billion things and none of them fit me but I was getting tired so I settled on a pair of jeans which I plan to cut and a huge pair of shorts. I had food poising yesterday so I lost a lot of weight so they might be okay. I don’t know. I also got two flannel shirts from Target but they’re the men’s ones and they are so huge in a bad way. Then we went to Trader Joes and I got some food and we have far more than we need now and a lot of it is going bad. I like the Trader Joes Greek Yogurt. I took out the trash and made Boris tea and cleaned the windows of his car and fixed the zipper on my backpack and I just felt so productive. 

I tried to do Mr. Winds homework at about 3pm and this is were things quickly went down hill. I kept getting distracted and doing silly pointless things. I went to get the mail and I got my new hair dye and socks. I opened the hair dye first and it spilled everywhere and stained my hands and the sink and lost a lot of it and that really ruined my mood. I tried on my socks and although they gave me a L instead of an S, they fit alright but I realized that I had nothing to wear them with. Boris gave me a weird look when he saw me in my socks. His phone wasn’t working because calls weren’t going thorough. This is were things got worse. We drove to T-Mobile (I changed into my normal clothes) and they didn’t help at all and after waiting on a long line gave my dad a lecture about how he needs to turn his phone off more like a computer? It was total bullshit and we came home and it was getting late.

I kept trying to do my homework with a couple breaks to eat. Mostly fruit and those bagels and fried cauliflower? I ended up reading shitty celebrity articles and whatnot which ugh i’m an awful person. Then Boris had to show me a joke someone made on a basketball commentary show about farting and how he’ll never watch him again? I kind of got pissed off and made some good arguments. Someone made a shitty joke about farts. Get over it. I don’t care what was kept ‘private’ in 'your time.’ No. Stop. You’re the one watching people talk about throwing balls through hoops. I mean if you enjoy it have fun but don’t be mean about stuff.

It’s 9:13pm and I just finished bullshitting Mr. Winds homework. I didn’t even get the chance to study for anything. I’m tired. Really tired. 

I wanted to dye my hair and play the guitar today. Now all of my plans are ruined and I’m sad. 

I could have drawn or vaccumed or crafted or read a book or written on my walls or given myself a peptalk or gone for a walk or cleaned my room or cooked or tried out yoga or done productive fun things but nope. Now I’m sad.

Boris leaves in a week. That makes me sad. I’ll have to be with my mom. No. =/ And I have no clue when he’ll be back again. He’s way cooler than my mom and also I feel naked and trapped without a car.