Which brother turned to which and said, "I have a GREAT idea for a song. We'll sing like women!"
Sunday nights suck. They suck so much. Since I took last Thursday off for the head of the year, this week will be my official full week of school. Five days. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I really can't do it. I hate school. So much. Despite the reason that I'm not doing anything there, or that there's no real work involved, I want to just sleep through winter until next summer. Better yet, I'd get a time machine and go back to this summer, and go back to RISD.
I know that's all I've been talking about lately, but I really can't help it. That was the only time that I can actually remember being happy. That was the only time that I can actually remember wanting to be around people. Or do work. Or get up in the morning, just because class was really fun.
I want to go to school there so much. I could settle for Uarts, I suppose. Especially now that Shira's going there. But RISD is so much better in my mind. But there's no way. I'm not good enough. And I'm not saying that for compliments. I'm not saying that because I'm stressed out. I'm not saying that so everyone will tell me that I am. Because, really, I'm not. Let's pretend for a second that my artwork is good enough. Even if that wasn't an issue, I just don't have the grades to get in. Nothing for college stands out about me. I don't do anything with my time. I'm not good, academic wise. I can't write well. I'm not top 10% of my class. Suck on that, RISD.
I miss Tim. And Tara. And I miss Kelsey. And I miss Mike, who I haven't talked to in forever. I miss Mo. These days it's just me and Shira. She's the only person I ever see, and it's not like I'm complaining because I love her so much.... but enough. Why don't I have any real friends? Why does spending time with other people seem like work for me? I'm tired, and I don't feel like thinking about this now. But.... I don't know. It's not worth the effort.
I miss
I know you've seen all of those before. I know they take a long time to load. I know none of you want to look at them again. It makes me feel better, though. I like thinking about everyone. And I like looking at everyone.
I know that's all I've been talking about lately, but I really can't help it. That was the only time that I can actually remember being happy. That was the only time that I can actually remember wanting to be around people. Or do work. Or get up in the morning, just because class was really fun.
I want to go to school there so much. I could settle for Uarts, I suppose. Especially now that Shira's going there. But RISD is so much better in my mind. But there's no way. I'm not good enough. And I'm not saying that for compliments. I'm not saying that because I'm stressed out. I'm not saying that so everyone will tell me that I am. Because, really, I'm not. Let's pretend for a second that my artwork is good enough. Even if that wasn't an issue, I just don't have the grades to get in. Nothing for college stands out about me. I don't do anything with my time. I'm not good, academic wise. I can't write well. I'm not top 10% of my class. Suck on that, RISD.
I miss Tim. And Tara. And I miss Kelsey. And I miss Mike, who I haven't talked to in forever. I miss Mo. These days it's just me and Shira. She's the only person I ever see, and it's not like I'm complaining because I love her so much.... but enough. Why don't I have any real friends? Why does spending time with other people seem like work for me? I'm tired, and I don't feel like thinking about this now. But.... I don't know. It's not worth the effort.
I miss
I know you've seen all of those before. I know they take a long time to load. I know none of you want to look at them again. It makes me feel better, though. I like thinking about everyone. And I like looking at everyone.