Hoc tempore obsequium amicos, veritas odium parit

In these days friends are won through flattery, the truth gives birth to hate.

I had to meet up with Fearless and my councilor this afternoon. It went alright. I dropped all my sciences, as planned, and enrolled in science 30, Arts 20/30.

I was expecting to bus home, but Fearless insisted I go with her. We went to Superstore for coffee. She was right. Coffee there was awesome (surprisingly). We also shared a sandwich, which took me about an hour and half to finish. -_-

Chatted about quite a bit. She's really easy to talk to. Now I know why Homer idolizes her so much-who wouldn't?

Speaking of Homer, I was supposed to go drop off a few things at her place. I ran that through with her and she said she's going out for a bit. Plus, it's too hot for me to walk.

I think I'll still go though. It'll give me an excuse to drop it and run. I think it'd be too awkward to sit and chat. We'll have to start our friendship over again. Or...just leave it how it is?

Friday today means khane. I don't want to go. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm not ready. Not this week at least. Too much has gone wrong.

I'll sit home, pop ina movie, or make S's cd that she really wants.

Can you tell I'm trying to waste my time? I'm just not feeling up to getting out. I have a bad feeling for some reason. I haven't eaten a lot in the last few days, si I'm lacking in the energy department.

I don't want what happened yesterday to happen while I'm walking to Homer's place. What if I give up walking again and have to sit down on the ground? It's hot outside meaning there are more bugs than usual. Sitting down is not a good option for me.

Argh. Bugs reminds of my house. I keep finding beetles or large creepy, crawlies everywhere. I think I've almost run out of my Raid spray. I just bought a new bottle last week. No wonder my house stinks like bug shit. LOL

P.S. I've run into my old obsession with Latin. I wish I knew how to speak it. It's such an interesting language.

Another name change

I started off with...God I can't even remember. Then changed it to nostalgicnomad. And now...nostalgic-rambler

My room feels empty. I got rid of all my posters and the dozens of pictures on my mirror. There's nothing. I have a few teddy bears left. That's it.

I don't have a picture on facebook. I changed my blog title. It feels different-like a new start.

I was upstairs about 30minutes ago, shaking and crying, while coloring the back of the newspaper black.

My aunty stood right behind me the whole time, on the phone. I didn't want to turn around and go downstairs to my room. My nose was running and I looked like shit. So I waited until she got distracted then bolted downstairs.

The second I got comfortable in my bed, the phone started vibrating. At first I didn't recognize the number. It turned out to be my other aunt.

The first thing I said to her was, "Did Bina tell you to call?" She laughed a bit and said, "no why would she? Is something wrong?"

I managed to divert the conversation away from that.

I know "Ageless" told her to call. Why would she otherwise? She was busy watching her soaps, and she's like me, she doesn't like to be distracted while watching TV.

This made me frustrated. If you're going to go through all the trouble of getting someone else to find out if I'm OK, why not just do it yourself?

I went on facebook to see if she'd message me. She signed on right then too. Nothing. She kept coming down, looking at me, then going back up.

I hate her for it. I hate her for always being the one to notice.

I hate myself more though. Why wouldn't I?