time to segway into the blue
i hate lit homework. i hate this prompt. you can tell because i am procrasinating by writing in this thing.
also i am sitting here wondering how terrible for my grade it would be if i didnt do it.
the answer: extremely, inexplicably terrible.
okay.
well i just wish that i knew exactly what next year is going to be.
i like plans.
today, raya and i stressed about how we were supposed to pack enough tampons to cover 3 months without taking up half of our backpacks. because it's too sketch to buy things like that down there in south america. apparently. i dont really know. i hope i write folk songs about it. south america. not the tampon issue. i hate it when folksingers sing about modern stuff. not like tampons are necessarly modern. apparently the ancient egyptians used them. except they were made out of wood? ow?
this reminds me that i have signed up for a bookmaking class and have recently bought a bone folder, among other obscure bookmaking tools. it's made out of real bone. it scares me and i dont know how to use it.
i have a little pottery cup full of forget-me-nots by my bed.
suppose ill get to that homework now.
