i'm so fucking screwed
as you might've noticed from the subject, i didn't have all that great of a day. actually, nothing really went wrong. its what already had occurred. and i finally realized it. i'll start things off easy.
i forgot totally about my bio lab. i should get it in tomorrow, and it'll be a day late. but i still have my english essay due tomorrow, and an algebra test. fuck. i guess i should be working. but my head doesn't feel right.
greg in algebra class is usually a bit of a ham. and i didn't notice any difference today, but he was being rather stubborn. it turned out he had been a friend of the deceased, emily. kirck knew this and offered to send him down to grief counseling. he accepted, eventually.
vidal asked me about emily on friday, i think it was. i responded sullenly- i hadn't been in school, i hadn't heard anything about it. he wanted to know if i knew her, how the hell was i supposed to know? i didn't even know anything happened. but as i walked out of algebra class i saw the flowers on her locker. her name on a paper that also included a message from her friends. i walked into spanish, and suddenly the last name flew back at me. i remember thinking it was strange spelled last name, with a simple pronounciation that's why i remembered it. i remembered her. she was in my music class last year. i remembered talking to her a long time ago about how she was going to get her license in due time. that she couldn't wait. and now i think of jen in spanish, describing how she died, how the car rolled. she wasn't my friend, but i liked her. and i'm never going to see her again. another less reason to smile as i walk the hallways of shelton high. dammit.
and to top it all off i overheard a conversation today. a concern for amadeo's well-being was suggested. a kind of mental instability, perhaps. fuck, that's just what i need to hear.
at least nothing bad actually happened today. but my head still feels so heavy.
and you don't seem the lying kind
a shame that i can read your mind
and all the things that i read there
candle lit smiles that we both share
i forgot totally about my bio lab. i should get it in tomorrow, and it'll be a day late. but i still have my english essay due tomorrow, and an algebra test. fuck. i guess i should be working. but my head doesn't feel right.
greg in algebra class is usually a bit of a ham. and i didn't notice any difference today, but he was being rather stubborn. it turned out he had been a friend of the deceased, emily. kirck knew this and offered to send him down to grief counseling. he accepted, eventually.
vidal asked me about emily on friday, i think it was. i responded sullenly- i hadn't been in school, i hadn't heard anything about it. he wanted to know if i knew her, how the hell was i supposed to know? i didn't even know anything happened. but as i walked out of algebra class i saw the flowers on her locker. her name on a paper that also included a message from her friends. i walked into spanish, and suddenly the last name flew back at me. i remember thinking it was strange spelled last name, with a simple pronounciation that's why i remembered it. i remembered her. she was in my music class last year. i remembered talking to her a long time ago about how she was going to get her license in due time. that she couldn't wait. and now i think of jen in spanish, describing how she died, how the car rolled. she wasn't my friend, but i liked her. and i'm never going to see her again. another less reason to smile as i walk the hallways of shelton high. dammit.
and to top it all off i overheard a conversation today. a concern for amadeo's well-being was suggested. a kind of mental instability, perhaps. fuck, that's just what i need to hear.
at least nothing bad actually happened today. but my head still feels so heavy.
and you don't seem the lying kind
a shame that i can read your mind
and all the things that i read there
candle lit smiles that we both share