8:02 p.m.

.s.h.o.p.

everything i had to say, i put in another diary so now i feel a bit silly having this one open. more on the retarded side than just silly.

i've had the sewing machine for a couple weeks now and i've been too broke to get material to do anything with it. i so want to. i need to. anything to stop being so dull all the time.

i do like that my hair has gotten some of its length back but i hate the pushing-it-out-of-the-way part. i hate that it's always straggling down and never quite nice looking. i feel a bit like a wild banshee child. or something. i don't even know what banshees look like.

it appears that my dad just doesn't believe me most of the time. i've told him about 5 times that there is no set date but that we are planning to get married eventually. and he still feels the need to bring it up at breakfast this past weekend. and he seemed almost surprised that we hadn't picked a date yet, now that he's asked a dozen times. my mother wanted me to keep her posted about any plans that were made but it's evident that there won't be any plans for a while. patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue...

 .p.r.o.l.o.g.u.e.
.e.p.i.l.o.g.u.e.
.c.u.r.r.e.n.t.
.o.l.d.
.h.o.s.t.
.g-b.o.o.k.

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