Maybe it was my past coming back to haunt me...but i feel like crying now.

I'm going to the movies with Jeremy...we're going to see Punch Drunk Love

Maybe that will make me not think of my pathetic life and make fun of Adam Sandler for a few hours

Today was the West Point seminar...
And dont you worry your pretty little head off...nothing happened. I didn't stare dreamingly into anyone's eyes or anything like that. So I think I'm safe.
I had counseling this morning and my therapist is going to help me. Apparently, from the questions she was asking me, I have social anxiety disorder. I don't want to have any disorder...I just want to be normal. She assured me I would heal me and all. I just wished that I had nothing to heal.
But seeing West Point cadets in dress greys brought it all back. They were walking to the campus center is two neat rows like Madeliene...and I leaned up against the wall and panicked. So i went downstairs and greeted them. I know my therapist told me not to force myself, but I had to be nice...they are humans too you know, even if they are trained to kill.

Tomorrow's the West Point seminar...
And I know what you're thinking...you're thinking about how stupid I am that I picked out my outfit a week in advance...but I dont give a shit.
Yeah that's right, go blow it all up your ass...because Emily doesn't care what you think...

I'm going to go to the west point seminar and I'm going to have a good time...
and who knows?

You guys ready to meet Alex Jr.?

Of course you're not...and if by some twist of fate Emily gets herself shot by the military's winged arrow, you all will have the chance to view him as if he were a piece of meat and then judge him on a 1-10 scale...because we're not going to end up lying on the bathroom floor in Muncie, IN anymore...