I don't own Degrassi. I've never met the people that own Degrassi. I'm sometimes ashamed of my own addiction to Degrassi. But damnit, I'll love it until I die. Title courtesy of Black Tape for a Blue Girl. Do visit their site at They're an awesome ethereal goth band.
This is my version of Ellie's journal, a much overdone fanfic, but still fun to do. I've decided to make it be a webjournal, to add a nice little twist. This begins during Whisper to a Scream.
My dad left today. Peacekeeping mission. Mom's already drunk on the couch--guess she just can't handle it. I can't either, not with her not handling it, but I have to anyway.
Have my co-op interview tomorrow. I don't know why I'm even bothering--Paige will get it for sure. She's charismatic, popular, and preppy, and I'm just a nobody. It's my dream job, but that doesn't really matter. I'll probably end up working as a secretary or something in--gasp!--pantyhose. Horrible rotten things they are.
Anyway, it's really late. Just thought I'd update before I went to bed.
-El [NoLabels]
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