Feb 27, 2011 23:27
stomach growling, panic stricken. dreams of curly haired girls and sidewalks. Wondering why things happen, if they happen for a reason, and what those reasons are. Tumbling down, hard. You are the ever living ghost of, what once was. I hate debating. It's not an introverted sport. For me, debating is like putting me in a Lady Gaga meat dress and pushing me into shark infested waters. I have to sit and think. I can't just blurt things out quickly. I've always had this issue. Teachers think I don't know the answer or don't have a response, but in reality I just need to take a minute or two to gather my thoughts so what I say is educated. Throughout high school and college I've always gotten low class participation scores. It's not that I don't know the answer - it's just I take too long to answer.
I can't believe March is around the corner. I can't believe that I'm going to be proposing my senior project idea.
My room is a disaster and I have no time to clean it.
Is it spring break yet?