I am no fisherman's slave
It's different walking to a place and driving there. I mean, I like driving. I don't get angry and rushed - I just like going somewhere without actually having to go there, without being rushed. I saw a friend walking home from school and I just thought of the way people look at things, the way the world looks different from me driving, seeing her driving, and what she sees. -shrug-
I had a moment in Astronomy today- a bad moment. Thought about why I am me, who I was, what life was going to come to and death. Bad, bad death. I thought for a moment I would hyperventilate, just stop breathing. I hate it when that happens to me. It really sucks.
I'm hoping to get more sleep tonight. To get more work done.
I lost it in front of my english teacher, going over my research paper. I try so hard not to cry in front of people, I hate it. But, I did, and then I couldn't stop, and when he said something I just cried harder. Oh, now I'm just a blubbering idiot. Maybe I'll fix it. Somehow.
But I got home and one thing made me smile and giggle like a school girl...well, you know the analogy. Something somone very special wrote somewhere. And it made me smile.
So I'm going to continue hoping and continue talking and continue living.
Oh, and I think I got a 100 on my physics quiz, or at least a good grade. -hopes-