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ain't it awful, the heat?
what a gorgeous/ohmygodi'mgonnadieofheatstrokeexcusemewhileiburn type of day! i should be working on homework right now, but i'm printing off pictures for my spanish oral tomorrow, and i like procrastinating lately. did no schoolwork all weekend except finishing gatsby. that book depressed me with all its references to nothing and emptiness. i don't really know what to do with myself.
re-discovering the phantom tollbooth. i read that book in 5th grade and loved it, so i thought i'd give it another try. there's so much wisdom in there. i'm astounded.
things have been weird lately, i can't really describe. i'm not usually a pour-my-heart-out-to-livejournal kind of person, but hey, leah's the only one that reads this anyway. nothing feels real anymore. it started around spring break i think. i just go through my life watching myself. i have no control over what's happening, or rather, i have too much control. i feel like my days are slipping away without my noticing, and while a million voices shout "life's too short" into my ears, there isn't a thing i can do about it. i don't know. maybe it's because i'm getting older, but i don't feel like me anymore. everything's too calculated, and not at all. the fact is, nothing's real anymore and i don't know why.
i've never used this many contractions in my life.
spanish oral/ ap physics test/ voice lesson tomorrow. joy.
what a gorgeous/ohmygodi'mgonnadieofheatstrokeexcusemewhileiburn type of day! i should be working on homework right now, but i'm printing off pictures for my spanish oral tomorrow, and i like procrastinating lately. did no schoolwork all weekend except finishing gatsby. that book depressed me with all its references to nothing and emptiness. i don't really know what to do with myself.
re-discovering the phantom tollbooth. i read that book in 5th grade and loved it, so i thought i'd give it another try. there's so much wisdom in there. i'm astounded.
things have been weird lately, i can't really describe. i'm not usually a pour-my-heart-out-to-livejournal kind of person, but hey, leah's the only one that reads this anyway. nothing feels real anymore. it started around spring break i think. i just go through my life watching myself. i have no control over what's happening, or rather, i have too much control. i feel like my days are slipping away without my noticing, and while a million voices shout "life's too short" into my ears, there isn't a thing i can do about it. i don't know. maybe it's because i'm getting older, but i don't feel like me anymore. everything's too calculated, and not at all. the fact is, nothing's real anymore and i don't know why.
i've never used this many contractions in my life.
spanish oral/ ap physics test/ voice lesson tomorrow. joy.