paolo, i've been trying to get a hold of you.
i'm glad you liked broken social scene.

i was trying to explain to pam why i have to go to sarasota.

i can't stand being in this town.

these are the google image/maps search results for orange park, florida.

i know that looks kinda bad paolo, but it's so much worse. jordan can vouch for me. those two green areas on the map are golf clubs, and that's the only green shit in town.

it's not just the town. it's my house. it's my room. the bed, the furniture, the pictures on the wall, the carpet, the tacky fan.

and it's my grandparents. i feel bad because i love them and they're so good to me. but just little things annoy me so much. like i had this bottle of sake in my room that sarah had given me for my birthday. when i got back from new york it was in the freezer. and my grandmother found a paper i had written on my floor and made copies. i just feel like i have no privacy, and they're always snooping around in my stuff and i'm always paranoid. especially because i smoke, though they kinda know that without admitting that they know it to themselves. and they just treat me like a child all the time. ugh. i feel like i'm 13, complaining about my parents not understanding me on my livejournal.

did i ever tell you that they used to call me "the democrat" in my history class? it is like every dumb high school kid you met in sarasota times a million.

it just gets under my skin. i can't bring myself to read for my thesis. i wake up at two every day and feel guilty about it. i watch shitty tv and hang out with pam mostly.

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