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I remember this song from the nineties that was just this guy talking monotonously over this new-agey music and giving advice like "always wear sunscreen." What was that called.
I ate salmon for breakfast and I'm feeling ill. i have to go ride my bike in front of a bunch of people and I really hope I don't throw up. That would make me sad.
Yesterday I skipped my French class and didn't turn in this big assignment because I wanted to work instead of class. I needed the solace of the file room. It was comforting- just me and the shelves of faceless names. I'm worried about my mind.
I sleep too much. And too often. I hate waking up and have little motivation to do anything school related. I actually fell asleep in my geography class yesterday, which I haven't done since High School. It was a small class too so I probably offended the professor. It's not that it was a boring class and it's not that I was extremely tired, I just really wanted to sleep.
Sometimes I really feel like I can't separate dreams from reality. It's like that movie, The Science of Sleep. The kid has dreams about his life and they completely affect his relationships with people. I think my dreams are a reflection of the true subconscious way I feel about some of the people in my life and their bad qualities come out in my sleep.
I need for it to get warm soon. Really soon. Mainly so I can air out my house. Since it flooded it has smelled like moldy, wet dog and it really brings me down.
There are a lot of things that I'm sick of. Except I can't express my discontent anywhere but here. Something in me won't let it out. Something in me keeps my outward appearance way too happy and it doesn't match the inward appearance. My insides feel blue and green.
I ate salmon for breakfast and I'm feeling ill. i have to go ride my bike in front of a bunch of people and I really hope I don't throw up. That would make me sad.
Yesterday I skipped my French class and didn't turn in this big assignment because I wanted to work instead of class. I needed the solace of the file room. It was comforting- just me and the shelves of faceless names. I'm worried about my mind.
I sleep too much. And too often. I hate waking up and have little motivation to do anything school related. I actually fell asleep in my geography class yesterday, which I haven't done since High School. It was a small class too so I probably offended the professor. It's not that it was a boring class and it's not that I was extremely tired, I just really wanted to sleep.
Sometimes I really feel like I can't separate dreams from reality. It's like that movie, The Science of Sleep. The kid has dreams about his life and they completely affect his relationships with people. I think my dreams are a reflection of the true subconscious way I feel about some of the people in my life and their bad qualities come out in my sleep.
I need for it to get warm soon. Really soon. Mainly so I can air out my house. Since it flooded it has smelled like moldy, wet dog and it really brings me down.
There are a lot of things that I'm sick of. Except I can't express my discontent anywhere but here. Something in me won't let it out. Something in me keeps my outward appearance way too happy and it doesn't match the inward appearance. My insides feel blue and green.