now that i know i'm not wanted anymore...
i just felt this tremendous realease. (no, it wasn't just a fart.)
im feeling better and better, and im accepting. and i am completely soaking in the reality of senioritis.
rodrigo asked me why i "am acting like im in a box." i have been in a box; i've been confused and angry and completely absorbed in my own loss, and pitying myself. but why? it doesn't help at all, not one bit. frankly, what worried me, isn't worth it. it just isn't. and so i'm going to carry on now. chin up, tummy in, chest lifted, knees together, toes too, elbows back, thumbs up, tounge out, eyes crossed...
in choir we sing this song that makes me very sleepy. so very sleepy.....but it's full of beauty. too bad i only lip synch in there.
in computer applications i sharpen my knife all class period, waiting for the appropriate time to attack
in economics i literally sit at my desk, eyes closed, both thumbs in my ears. i don't even try to hide the fact that i loathe every single person in there (expect ashley and danielle but im too distracted by my hate to talk with them properly.)
but my days aren't defined by these horrible periods. i get madeline and emma in choir, silver stars every morning, stephanie in art, some lovelies in english, and on occasion i get kd claire erin and gretchen which always, hands down, makes me feel good. and now danny talks to me like a friend. are you my friend??
and my dad has placed flashlights in handy corners all around the house, and we have bottled water and canned goods. if im locked with my parents all weekend with no tv....im not going to say it wont be interesting.
i must learn how to be a good Mother Watson. i have to be nasty and witchy and completely perfect. this seems not too difficult but uh...it is. HELP. i need you to teach me how to belch on command, because ill have to do it on cue.
i also need motivation to fill out college applications. and drive to go to college. tell me where to go.
im feeling better and better, and im accepting. and i am completely soaking in the reality of senioritis.
rodrigo asked me why i "am acting like im in a box." i have been in a box; i've been confused and angry and completely absorbed in my own loss, and pitying myself. but why? it doesn't help at all, not one bit. frankly, what worried me, isn't worth it. it just isn't. and so i'm going to carry on now. chin up, tummy in, chest lifted, knees together, toes too, elbows back, thumbs up, tounge out, eyes crossed...
in choir we sing this song that makes me very sleepy. so very sleepy.....but it's full of beauty. too bad i only lip synch in there.
in computer applications i sharpen my knife all class period, waiting for the appropriate time to attack
in economics i literally sit at my desk, eyes closed, both thumbs in my ears. i don't even try to hide the fact that i loathe every single person in there (expect ashley and danielle but im too distracted by my hate to talk with them properly.)
but my days aren't defined by these horrible periods. i get madeline and emma in choir, silver stars every morning, stephanie in art, some lovelies in english, and on occasion i get kd claire erin and gretchen which always, hands down, makes me feel good. and now danny talks to me like a friend. are you my friend??
and my dad has placed flashlights in handy corners all around the house, and we have bottled water and canned goods. if im locked with my parents all weekend with no tv....im not going to say it wont be interesting.
i must learn how to be a good Mother Watson. i have to be nasty and witchy and completely perfect. this seems not too difficult but uh...it is. HELP. i need you to teach me how to belch on command, because ill have to do it on cue.
i also need motivation to fill out college applications. and drive to go to college. tell me where to go.