ow. stomach ache.

i feel like i should add an entry, because how often does this happen? once, in all of high school. it seemed very momentous when i realized just now, after my dad made an offhand remark about it.

very many wasted hours today. mostly i'm mad that i think they're a waste at all. maybe they were, but i think i shouldn't care. but then again, maybe they were. dammit.

if this is a preview of the adult i'll become, i think i had it right the first time, before i grew up. or perhaps this is the sign of a persistent immaturity, in which case, i think i'm fine.

cat's getting declawed this wednesday. i suppose things never matter much until they're personal, for me anyway, but there doesn't seem much i can do about it. my mother and sister both detest her claws. i'm sad.

now's about the time i start applying myself, i guess. off to the books.