this.glass.house.is.burning.down.you.light.the.match.i'll.stick.around.
so i'm starting to enjoy classes at least, which is good. i'm still exhausted, because i think it's ok to fit the gym in at 9am three days a week, and then go saturday and sunday...and then be constantly exhausted because i get no sleep...but if i don't go to the gym i get all not happy with myself/lazy feeling. in reality though, running sort of sucks sometimes. anyway, this girl from my creative writing: poetry class came up to me today to tell me that she loved this poem i wrote. it made me so happy, because she's like an adult student with much higher standards...and she noticed me. so that made me smile. i honestly don't think the poem is anything fantastic, but i guess it's sort of different from what most people write about. not sure. so yeah, i wish i was better at not "wearing my heart on my sleeve", as someone very close to me says i do. but i guess i do it to maybe make that person know how much i care or that i'm waiting around for disappointment...but i am waiting. in reality, i should probably just move on with my life. alas, here i am discussing it when there is no need to. my mission should be to talk to people about lots of stuff that doesn't pertain to my heart, but more about my life and my intellect. dun dunnnn. (that's for you b-money, i missssss youuuu!)