b list for life
its over cast today. i guess all that sunshine wasn't gonna last all week. it wasn't even that warm yesterday, when i went out to sit in the grass w/ mal i was chilly. today was worse.
i just put on lipgloss and it tastes funny. like shampoo maybe. i can't sit down long enough to study. school is so incredibly boring. i want to leave so often during the day but i never do. especially since there are people standing out side with clip boards writing down names. i guess they all suck.
had some really cool ideas of service ideas w/ katie&jess&amanda. i'm really sad that tutoring is ending. last night i came home and moped around, my mom could tell i was sad because it was ending. i had the strongest flashbacks of leaving camp last night, pulling out of the church parking lot i felt as if i was walking away from someone or something. it makes me sad that this little girl has it so hard and i'll probably never see her again. we exchanged addressees, so hopefully we'll stay in contact. who knows? who knows.
my printer was being a douche bag but i charmed it into working. i'm wearing these huge silly sunglasses and my vision is all foggy. it's just something i feel like doing. my poor car. i hate looking at the door all smashed in. i really was incredibly bummed when i saw it last friday. it just sucks that someone would hit my car and not leave any information. it sucks worse that it's probably some kid i know, or have seen in passing. it'd almost feeling better knowing it was a stranger that i never have to come in contact with.
there have been a few occurances of seeing punch buggies, but alas, i'm always alone in the car when i see them. they're really neat looking.
out side of delancy street there's a picture of some hot model w/ glasses, and she's holding a baby. the baby is sooo out of place. it's such a ridiculous sign. i want to steal it and put it up in my room.
i also want to go to the beach. only if it's warm.
oh and what the fuck is this country thinking by not being super against the patriot act. come on, have some fucking compassion about something. we're all so scared into submission and disinterest.
my hair feels so much lighter. i'm glad i got it cut. i want to cut more off. it's an age old problem, girls like short hair, guys like long hair.
i'm going to go try my best to make you happy...
i'm going to feel our shapes blur into one
=) snuggling is so relaxing. sats. are not.