"he`s not the right kind of paradise"
School is just a fucking waste. I was falling asleep the whole damned time and since we`re doing space perspectives in art and it's all ruler and mechanic pencil, i didn't even want to be there at all. But of course I had 2 hours of it and there's not much to be done about that. I saw him today for the first time this week and he looked especially sad and messed up, i just bite my tongue all the time and fold my fingers into ridiculous shapes. Too bad all that ruler work has gotten my hands unartistified, otherwise my attempt to portray him on paper might`ve actually worked. Whatever, it's all shit anyway. It's really cold, my head has been hurting all day, but no matter what i do i can't feel my fingers, when i woke up i couldn`t feel my left hand at all. It was so numbed out I forgot i had it, took like 20 minutes to get it back to normal, i never want to break anything, not having body parts sucks. I decided mexican food is alright but definately not my thing. Ashleigh is back in town and they took me to a mexican restaurant, she ordered something without beans for me. But I don't really care for it anyway. mmmm still want sushi. I had some dream last night and i just remember that for the first time it made sense and was relatively good in a completely innocent way. Is my head finally getting in touch with this universe?! i`ll be keeping my fingers crossed. umm what are the chances of getting a blood stain out of a mint green shirt?