"Thak you whitaaay"
today there was air tight laughter (the kind that comes out so much it loses its sound) every five minutes over the stupidest things. Sara and I jsut kept on going and going and going and somewhere between "radical rights" and giant NY cheesecake school vanished. It could have been carried out the window by "lady marmalade" or ciggerette ashes, even better perhaps it was the elizabethtown soundtrack #11 that did school in. either way it was a great day. until 2:48 when pulling back up to the school we rested ourselves in the creases of everyone elses textbook driven ambition.
I realized I had none.
I told Mr burns i was not taking the ap test. I lost papers I had been given second and third copies of and i think it was while i was waiting in line for the copier that I just sighed and let it all sink down into me again. I have not been accepted to any colleges. I have not even finished applying. my deadline is tomorrow. ha. nobody knows that one. I have all this money and nothing else. I will not sleep, I will refuse along with caffiene and adderol the grips of sweet unconsiouseness. But what I really want to do is sink down into pajamas, tea in cup, and watch old movies and watch the january bring in crazy green lawns like february were just a practical joke everyone got tired of playing. next month is june. graduation. will I still want to watch black and white movies with tea? probably not. for all I know my concentration will last long enough to get a visa and runaway to europe, australia. perhaps there I can watch reality sift its way through the cracks in the car and not have to worry about it coming back to burn me with its ash.
I realized I had none.
I told Mr burns i was not taking the ap test. I lost papers I had been given second and third copies of and i think it was while i was waiting in line for the copier that I just sighed and let it all sink down into me again. I have not been accepted to any colleges. I have not even finished applying. my deadline is tomorrow. ha. nobody knows that one. I have all this money and nothing else. I will not sleep, I will refuse along with caffiene and adderol the grips of sweet unconsiouseness. But what I really want to do is sink down into pajamas, tea in cup, and watch old movies and watch the january bring in crazy green lawns like february were just a practical joke everyone got tired of playing. next month is june. graduation. will I still want to watch black and white movies with tea? probably not. for all I know my concentration will last long enough to get a visa and runaway to europe, australia. perhaps there I can watch reality sift its way through the cracks in the car and not have to worry about it coming back to burn me with its ash.