bloodygranuaile

Dammit, stuff is WIERD now. And not in the good kind of wierd way that we're all so proud of.

We've all been doing much deep, depressed thinking, apparently. And it's not just me doing social rants, either. Moody wrote one. Ella wrote me a page-long reply to my earlier post, the one in which I proved that I have not completely gotten over my tendencies to keep what I want to say inside until it boils over in one really, really bitchy rant for all the world to see because I'm too pissed off to respect anyone's privacy. (I should NOT have posted that on LJ.)

I have not spoken to Eddy in over a week because of one ten-minute span of time in which I completely lost my ability to have a conversation. Then again, I have not caught her online in several days and therefore have no way to apologise at the moment except email, and I am very hesitant to say some things over email that I think should be said in person (because I still have not recovered from anything that has happened to me in elementary school (because I'm stupid, that's why!)).

We once again had a bit of a crowd at the Jacobyhouse tonight (me, Moody, Matt, Chris, Beky, Ben, Mike). Which hasn't happened in a while. Dammit, there was a time when that was a bloody given, any time I should show up. There were always a ton of people there. And it hasn't been like that, all summer. Which was probably just because of summer people-scattered-about-ness, but it still seems really wierd that that seemed really wierd. But it was really nice; I'd missed it.

There's more stuff as well--much more--but I'm not up to detailing it all right now.

*siigh...*

-Claudia, melodramatically claiming that life is falling apart, because it's late