youre never gunna find it if your lookin for it
so here i go again. i return from yet another amazing weekend. back to reality. back to school and studying. we got home at around midnight and i stayed up til 5 am studying trig. i sure hope it was worth staying up that friggin late. i drank two cups of coffee and god only knows how many energy drinks me n meg downed on the way home.
she drove. that was cool. wierd at first, but nice.
and today ive been busy busy. i had a test and then after that i came home and ate some lunch and went to my 5:30 class. then i came home again, left for paul's were i was trying to shove latin down my throat for 4 hours. i still have to study vocab.
i was supposed to have a chill night at benjamin's, but that never went down,fucking tests! if i have a test on wednesday, im gunna rip out my toe nails.
tomorrow night will be chill. i hope.
i have the sickest feeling that this week is gunna be longest week ever. its only monday night and i have so much work ahead of me this week. i have two research papers to work on plus whatever homework or studying i have to do for regular class. quiz on wed in science, reading for eng class discussions, latin hmwk and were begining a new unit in math. i wonder how thats gunna go... point is, whenever i get away, even for just a little bit, i wanna stay gone. keep driving past the exit. just to see how far my gas will go. just to see past where my map doesnt. just to know that i am bold enough to pull a stunt like that. to leave and never look back. i dont wanna escape, i just wanna be missing for a while, come back and restart my life the way i left it. but at that moment i shake my head, turn the right turn indicator on, and the thought has disappeared faster than a chocolate cake on a fat kid's plate.
<3 paula da balla
she drove. that was cool. wierd at first, but nice.
and today ive been busy busy. i had a test and then after that i came home and ate some lunch and went to my 5:30 class. then i came home again, left for paul's were i was trying to shove latin down my throat for 4 hours. i still have to study vocab.
i was supposed to have a chill night at benjamin's, but that never went down,fucking tests! if i have a test on wednesday, im gunna rip out my toe nails.
tomorrow night will be chill. i hope.
i have the sickest feeling that this week is gunna be longest week ever. its only monday night and i have so much work ahead of me this week. i have two research papers to work on plus whatever homework or studying i have to do for regular class. quiz on wed in science, reading for eng class discussions, latin hmwk and were begining a new unit in math. i wonder how thats gunna go... point is, whenever i get away, even for just a little bit, i wanna stay gone. keep driving past the exit. just to see how far my gas will go. just to see past where my map doesnt. just to know that i am bold enough to pull a stunt like that. to leave and never look back. i dont wanna escape, i just wanna be missing for a while, come back and restart my life the way i left it. but at that moment i shake my head, turn the right turn indicator on, and the thought has disappeared faster than a chocolate cake on a fat kid's plate.
<3 paula da balla