chicken pie, chicken pie, to you i never could tell a lie
under an hour before my first last final of this year. i haven't studied yet.. ap art history... i did dream a lot about art though, so i think thats a good sign. i forgot about this a bit, my computer broke, and i love it. and i lost my cell phone and i secretly love that too except when i end up waiting for people who can't call me to tell me they're not coming to pick me up anymore... hmph. i think my subconscience tries to stress about things like finals (dreams about apah final) and my conscience blocks it out, or just secretly stresses behind my back, because i've been really really emotional and uptight kind of these past weeks and i keep getting frustrated with my friends and hating them and hating me. and thinking i'm not having any fun and then going somewhere else and having even less fun, or something i don't know. i haven't been a good person in a while. yesterday tori and matt took me to the park and matt pushed me on the tire swing hecka fast and i made tori a daisy chain bracelet and we bought pinatas for her birthday party and i had fun. i think i'm sick of... it all, wish i'd disappear.