maybe i don't want to talk
today i felt completely out of the loop and unable to communicate with anyone in class, partly because i had sincerely nothing to say (all i could think about was my hist s essay for rollason, OH MY GOODNESS ME WTH is HISTORICAL INEVITABILITY), and partly because no one had anything to say to me. well i am at least at my worst honest.
and i did something bad yesterday, i think: he asked me about something and i kind of snapped. but sincerely it is going nowhere, and if i had any guts i would say so out loud. honesty is not an issue here: i know it. and i have no time for this, i just did my worst in my short time in the cram house that is a junior college and i sincerely NEED a scholarship to get out of here for a breather (and just five minutes ago i received the sudden inspiration that hey, maybe i do want to do history seriously) and i have a piano exam lined up, for which i have just found out, to my utter horror, that no, actually, i can't sing. not really. neither can i hear, for that matter. am fully prepared to flunk aural.
there are times when i wish only me and my imaginary daydream world existed, because it sure as heck is the only thing that is keeping me smiling nowadays. that and my creative zen micro, except that it does not have natalie imbruglia's torn. and ouran high school host club, because it features evil twins that help patch the fredandgeorge withdrawal gaps, and so much more.
and i did something bad yesterday, i think: he asked me about something and i kind of snapped. but sincerely it is going nowhere, and if i had any guts i would say so out loud. honesty is not an issue here: i know it. and i have no time for this, i just did my worst in my short time in the cram house that is a junior college and i sincerely NEED a scholarship to get out of here for a breather (and just five minutes ago i received the sudden inspiration that hey, maybe i do want to do history seriously) and i have a piano exam lined up, for which i have just found out, to my utter horror, that no, actually, i can't sing. not really. neither can i hear, for that matter. am fully prepared to flunk aural.
there are times when i wish only me and my imaginary daydream world existed, because it sure as heck is the only thing that is keeping me smiling nowadays. that and my creative zen micro, except that it does not have natalie imbruglia's torn. and ouran high school host club, because it features evil twins that help patch the fredandgeorge withdrawal gaps, and so much more.