anyways is not a word.
so i'm at home, sick. it's 8:03 in the morning and i can't fall back to sleep. tea is my only hope/friend at the current time. i really wish i went to school, because i'm bored, but my mom told me i shouldn't go to school if i feel like shit, and she told me i can't hang out if i feel like shit. she said tomorrow i can hang out all day though. so hopefully i'll be feeling a lot better. she's having me go to her clinic at 10:45 to get a strep culture. it sounds like a GP*, i love strep cultures. I was just watching Dora The Explora, explora ain't no word, and explorer doesn't rhyme, what the hell is television thinking now. i'm sad to say that i am currently watching Mtv, there's nothing else on in my favor, however, blockbuster sounds like a GP. maybe getting some video games to demolish, or some movies to watch over and over again.
i miss matt, he's been in brazil and certain days i think about how i really miss him and certain days i think "he'll be home soon". it's ridiculous though because i really didn't hang out with him enough before he left, and i really am missing him nowadays. i really wish i was a better friend, ugghhh. don't go to brazil, i don't want to see how many more people i am missing out on.
i'm confused, une, deux, trois, quatre. that's where it ends and where it starts. i don't even know what i'm going to do. i don't even know. all i know is i've got une in the bag, trois unavailable, deux hardly, and quartre, i wish wish wish.
i want to be made pure.
i want to be my old self.
i miss me, i miss being care free, i don't even know.
i have to go finish writing a song on the piano. :\
cause it's cold out here
and it'll be quite a shock.
to breathe this air,
to discover loss.
so i'd like to make some changes,
before you arrive.
so when you eyes meet mine,
they won't see no lies.
just love.
just love.
i will be pure,
no, no i know i will be pure.
like snow, like gold.
true story
i miss matt, he's been in brazil and certain days i think about how i really miss him and certain days i think "he'll be home soon". it's ridiculous though because i really didn't hang out with him enough before he left, and i really am missing him nowadays. i really wish i was a better friend, ugghhh. don't go to brazil, i don't want to see how many more people i am missing out on.
i'm confused, une, deux, trois, quatre. that's where it ends and where it starts. i don't even know what i'm going to do. i don't even know. all i know is i've got une in the bag, trois unavailable, deux hardly, and quartre, i wish wish wish.
i want to be made pure.
i want to be my old self.
i miss me, i miss being care free, i don't even know.
i have to go finish writing a song on the piano. :\
cause it's cold out here
and it'll be quite a shock.
to breathe this air,
to discover loss.
so i'd like to make some changes,
before you arrive.
so when you eyes meet mine,
they won't see no lies.
just love.
just love.
i will be pure,
no, no i know i will be pure.
like snow, like gold.
true story