All these people drinking lover's spit.
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily: Life is but a dream.
I hate accidental hang-ups on account of wasted batteries.
I think the atmosphere just had a miscarraige. Definitely. Definitely absolutely, comma dot sir question mark. Ugh. Maybe Kunal will make fun of me for typing like a girl in this entry. Please do, Mr. Chablani.
There're leaves in a teacup on my desk and I'm a few days late. yep. Since Friday afternoon, I've been late. How now, brown cow? Kunal will definitely make fun of me for typing like a girl in this entry. He's such a masculine typist himself. All, mentioning my trampoline, and everything.
Spend a lot of time with me in the cold and you might notice that I do get color in my face sometimes. I'm not always sheet-white. Or ghost-pale. But, I've been severely out-cuted, and it's a pleasant thing to watch.
Hopes against school tomorrow. I haven't completed my FHS application yet, and I'd have to turn it in 2nd period. I have such a disconnection between action and consequence lately, I can't even come to terms with the fact that if I don't do it, it won't be done, and I won't be able to get into FHS. Period. The realization just isn't happening, so I have no motivation to do any work.
Welllll.. Sailboats, anyone? I crave one, right now, like a piece of Orbit gum. Although, that's just across the room, in my purse on top of a chair, in my disaster area (newly stripped clean). The walls are still red, though, they're more decorated. And my door, too, hasn't changed its color scheme, only its patterns. I hung some pictures, cd labels, concert tickets.
I'm now frustrated at myself for someone else's departure, so this entry has to end before I kirk out.
Hearing Iron and Wine's "Such Great Heights" through a wall, muted, muffled and gagged, is making me tear up. And, even aside from that:
I can only breathe in sighs.
: alaska.
I hate accidental hang-ups on account of wasted batteries.
I think the atmosphere just had a miscarraige. Definitely. Definitely absolutely, comma dot sir question mark. Ugh. Maybe Kunal will make fun of me for typing like a girl in this entry. Please do, Mr. Chablani.
There're leaves in a teacup on my desk and I'm a few days late. yep. Since Friday afternoon, I've been late. How now, brown cow? Kunal will definitely make fun of me for typing like a girl in this entry. He's such a masculine typist himself. All, mentioning my trampoline, and everything.
Spend a lot of time with me in the cold and you might notice that I do get color in my face sometimes. I'm not always sheet-white. Or ghost-pale. But, I've been severely out-cuted, and it's a pleasant thing to watch.
Hopes against school tomorrow. I haven't completed my FHS application yet, and I'd have to turn it in 2nd period. I have such a disconnection between action and consequence lately, I can't even come to terms with the fact that if I don't do it, it won't be done, and I won't be able to get into FHS. Period. The realization just isn't happening, so I have no motivation to do any work.
Welllll.. Sailboats, anyone? I crave one, right now, like a piece of Orbit gum. Although, that's just across the room, in my purse on top of a chair, in my disaster area (newly stripped clean). The walls are still red, though, they're more decorated. And my door, too, hasn't changed its color scheme, only its patterns. I hung some pictures, cd labels, concert tickets.
I'm now frustrated at myself for someone else's departure, so this entry has to end before I kirk out.
Hearing Iron and Wine's "Such Great Heights" through a wall, muted, muffled and gagged, is making me tear up. And, even aside from that:
I can only breathe in sighs.
: alaska.