awkward silences

[mood: relaxed]
[music: 'Desert Rose' stuck in my head from bellydancing]

Don't you love those awkward conversations? Maybe not when it's happening to you at that moment, or even right after it's over, because they're just a teense embarrassing then, but a couple of hours later. Because then you can laugh about how stupid two people are and not worry about not knowing what to say, because they obviously didn't know what to say either!

I need some angry music

[mood: depressed]
[music: Numb - Linkin Park]

I hate feeling like this, depressed. Lately, for no reason at all, I just get into these moods. It's like being in a pit of darkness, with my voice swallowed up so I can't scream. That sounds so melodramatic. It's probably just teenage crap or whatever, but it still sucks. Sometimes, nothing makes me feel better, except going to sleep.
I especially hate it because I have no reason to feel depressed. None at all. Like, nothing's going wrong with me. Tonight, I was at dinner with my family to celebrate Dave's b-day which was yesterday. And it's not like anything happened, except that Stu's going back tomorrow when he just got here on Sunday. I barely had a chance to talk to him, it feels like. And I don't see Dave that much anymore now that he lives downtown, and is training. I just miss them. It's lonely being the only kid.
And also, on Saturday, I lost the ring my grandma sent me for my birthday. I left it on the sink at DQ, and by the time I realized that, five mins. later, someone had taken it. I was so super-pissed at myself.
Anyway, enough emo-ness for now. Hopefully next time, I'll be more chipper.

Happy G-Day (yesterday)

[mood: cold-y]
[music: soundtrack to 'Kill Bill Vol. 1']

Happy birthday to me (yesterday)
happy birthday to me (yesterday)
happy biiirthday deeear Paaaaatttyyyy
happy birthday to me (yesterday)

Yes, so I am now seventeen. How momentous. Truth be told, I really don't feel any different, just like last year when I turned 16, another "milestone." I really don't get why sixteen is so big. A hundred and sixteen, I can see being cause for a big celebration, but sixteen? I guess years ago, that was becoming an adult. Nowadays, people seem to mature a leetle slower. Take the guy on Dr. Phil today, for example. Telling his wife he wants to work on their marriage, then carrying on with his pregnant mistress, what an ass.
Anyway, so seventeen....yeah, I have a cold. That's always fun. And I'm kind of tired, so that's why I'm rambling randomly. Uuuummmm, yeah, my exam went okay. Except for the fact that there was an ESSAY!!! Mr. Wood's essays and "short-answer" questions (2 of them were more than a pg. long) are kind of killer. But I think I did ok, so that's good. And I'm now done of math, so yay!
Anyway, I think I might go to bed now, or something.
Love to you all, Patty