shell of a shell
sigh. life is so busy i never have time to record or even think. sometimes i just want to say fuck it and live my life the way i like it aka the summer way. no no i have to find some stupid delicate balance without becoming too much of a failure.
in other news...
Rachel and me are freaking investigatory journalists. b willis is maybe the coolest person out there except for lewis and james and sam frank and the rest of the courtyard crew.
this year is different then i thought it would be. still ok or good but just mainly different. i can't even explain how or why, but what i expected from junior year is not what junior year is.
i love people and having friends and just...i dont know. i can't imagine a solitary existence, i need to feed off the souls of others.
i'm getting sick of being so distractable and unfocused and i dont know what i can do about it.
dammit i want LOVE.
and my license
among other things
today during lunch in the courtyard i felt so alive and pleased with high school and then i came home to do homework and that all sort of disappeared.
mr wood is not only awesome but looks like those creepy marsupial things from the quiznos commercials.
nate wilson-traisman may in fact be one of the coolest people alive
my stomach hurt and i took three advil but i dont know if they helped or if it was all in my mind.
i miss feeling rested and refreshed in the mornings and i dont know how i will manage to wake up without sunlight, once it is gone.
i'm volunteering at kerry office tomorrow
sometimes i feel satisfied and i like those times the best
we live in a beautiful world
yea its so fucking beautiful