dialing you up in my sleep when the night's wearing thin
HERE I AM, ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE.
so, LJ, it's been a good two-or-three-weeks since i last updated. the busy just keeps coming, as is me freaking out about graduation-and-failing-grades. I'm bored and crooked like everybody. Laramie Project is mentally draining, and I'm becoming a total fatty because i'm too tired come night to even do sit-ups. Cramps were so bad yesterday that I went home, and my mom thought I was having a miscarriage. Because that would totally happen.
In honor of me actually doing Things, i have a small picture post:
this is my stephen colbert pose. it was snowing in may.
two sad things: i am, (a) the oldest in that picture by two or three years; (b) was the first person out of them all to go around eating snow.
what i look like after babysitting eighth-and-ninth graders from five in the morning.
the celebrity couple at my school: scourtney.
me, drinking bubble tea. i look like a totally paranoid monkey. yeah, i know.
my host brother-from-england, james! we've become bff, and are scandalous and go shopping and act bitchy with each other. he has introduced me to doctor who and i've introduced him to shallow americanism. we are officially amazing.
Today started training at JcPenny's! I wore cute clothes, and bought coffee and sandwiches at lunch, then bought clothes afterwards. My manager is bald and totally amazing.
No comments on the boy (who i've tried to avoid writing about, which has basically stopped me from writing for two weeks). I really don't know what to do with myself in that area right now. All i can do is just daydream and listen to amazing acoustic music.
(...you're thinking of me the same old way. you were above me, but not today... )