sickly girl I am
Hi.
If you want to know what it's like to be me right now,
take a lot of "Tussin DM" and some Ibuprofen and maybe some random cough supressant pills that are small and red at least three times today (okay, today's over really, but you get me).
act zombie-like, feel empty, like....well, something empty.
listen to david gray's album "white ladder" and cough a lot.
through all this, try to have a flute lesson and embarass yourself because your lips are so dry you sound like shit and your teacher tries to be nice and not tell you that you'll never make it to districts.
also, read "Digging" by Seamus Heaney at least 6 times and write write write everything you possibly can about it so that tomorrow when you try to actually write your 4-5 page paper on it you have a biggish pile of crap to sift through and hopefully salvage SOME semblance of good writing.
Wheeee!
No, seriously, halfway through this entry my mom just came into my room and I just told her all about my plans for my chapel and I'm feeling pretty okay about it. Excited, even.
I'm still empty.
And possibly sicker than ever (it's the plague, I'm telling you, really)!!!!!!!!!!!
But alive, you know?
Call me.
Incredibles tomorrow is still on, no matter how sick I am.
In retrospect, this was a pretty lame entry. Shoot me in the face. It would liven up my life.
One last thing: I WAS SO NOT READY FOR IT TO SNOW. Who the fuck said it was time for snow? NOT ME!
p.s. my icon is one of my favorite happy explodingdog drawings. hooray for hugs and sunny-times.
If you want to know what it's like to be me right now,
take a lot of "Tussin DM" and some Ibuprofen and maybe some random cough supressant pills that are small and red at least three times today (okay, today's over really, but you get me).
act zombie-like, feel empty, like....well, something empty.
listen to david gray's album "white ladder" and cough a lot.
through all this, try to have a flute lesson and embarass yourself because your lips are so dry you sound like shit and your teacher tries to be nice and not tell you that you'll never make it to districts.
also, read "Digging" by Seamus Heaney at least 6 times and write write write everything you possibly can about it so that tomorrow when you try to actually write your 4-5 page paper on it you have a biggish pile of crap to sift through and hopefully salvage SOME semblance of good writing.
Wheeee!
No, seriously, halfway through this entry my mom just came into my room and I just told her all about my plans for my chapel and I'm feeling pretty okay about it. Excited, even.
I'm still empty.
And possibly sicker than ever (it's the plague, I'm telling you, really)!!!!!!!!!!!
But alive, you know?
Call me.
Incredibles tomorrow is still on, no matter how sick I am.
In retrospect, this was a pretty lame entry. Shoot me in the face. It would liven up my life.
One last thing: I WAS SO NOT READY FOR IT TO SNOW. Who the fuck said it was time for snow? NOT ME!
p.s. my icon is one of my favorite happy explodingdog drawings. hooray for hugs and sunny-times.