The poets are just kids who didn't make it
Testing. Testing. One two three.
So, this is my test to see if I can do nice things for Lauren's journal. I hope so. I am just so out of tune with this livejournal thing. Good times when I was obsessed. I loved Grade 12. University is awesome-- I was just walking through campus on this day, the last day of classes, and was thinking about how much I physically love every single building-- but high school was the time that I will always look back on and wish that I could go back to. Maybe. It won't be university. In uni I found the part of me that I didn't want to find.
Keeping my head above water. That is what I would say I have spent my time here doing. Going under until something pulls me back. A song. A poem. A friend... A mistake.
Salt water and jagermeister.
I didn't mean to talk about that. I meant to talk about my essay being done and handed in thanks to my own personal editor, Adelle Tanya Andree. One more essay. Three more exams. I can do this.
But essays are boring to talk about. I got four hours of sleep last night so I am pretty much set for a while. But I don't want to read my novel... and I want to punch myself in the face for not wanting to. Blah. I want to youtube my life away. I pretty much do anyways.
Hey... I've only watched part two of that thing that I wanted to watch. I think I will go watch part one and then POSSIBLY read my novel. Sleep in tomorrow. Schools out for summer.
So, this is my test to see if I can do nice things for Lauren's journal. I hope so. I am just so out of tune with this livejournal thing. Good times when I was obsessed. I loved Grade 12. University is awesome-- I was just walking through campus on this day, the last day of classes, and was thinking about how much I physically love every single building-- but high school was the time that I will always look back on and wish that I could go back to. Maybe. It won't be university. In uni I found the part of me that I didn't want to find.
Keeping my head above water. That is what I would say I have spent my time here doing. Going under until something pulls me back. A song. A poem. A friend... A mistake.
Salt water and jagermeister.
I didn't mean to talk about that. I meant to talk about my essay being done and handed in thanks to my own personal editor, Adelle Tanya Andree. One more essay. Three more exams. I can do this.
But essays are boring to talk about. I got four hours of sleep last night so I am pretty much set for a while. But I don't want to read my novel... and I want to punch myself in the face for not wanting to. Blah. I want to youtube my life away. I pretty much do anyways.
Hey... I've only watched part two of that thing that I wanted to watch. I think I will go watch part one and then POSSIBLY read my novel. Sleep in tomorrow. Schools out for summer.