phil collins is way emo. "the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows"...
... it's no stranger to you and me! (and then my excessively loud rendition of the drums on sarah stonehouse's dashboard). this song always comes on when I'm in her car. but right now I'll have to settle for drumming on the keyboard drawer thing on this desk. haha I actually attempted to play the drums friday night... it was terrible, but better than playing guitar in front of people. because I'm actually supposed to know how to play guitar. but I can't ever think of anything to play unless I'm in my room. I'm weird like that.
I slept in until a little before 7 today; that was nice. my alarm didn't go off the second time. and I mean that, because it happened last saturday, too, when christine spent the night. so I even have a witness to the fact that my alarm clock sucks. but anyway, I got some extra sleep and made it to first hour only three minutes late... and the sub was awesome and didn't even mark me late. I say late because I HATE that word they use to mean late... starts with a t, ends with a y, and is way too ugly to write in here. ugh. but anyhow, right before my mom finally woke me up, I had a dream I was pregnant. the really weird part was that once people kept telling me I was, I tried to come up with a story as to how it happened. then I realized I shouldn't make up impossible excuses, and decided to tell everyone the truth; that it was physically IMPOSSIBLE. so I started yelling at everyone and then my grandma was like "gosh, you're even ACTING pregnant!" it was the worst thing ever. this was probably all because my mom ran into a friend of hers yesterday and her 20ish daughter, who my brother went to school with, has an 18 month year old. and then I think the whole coming up with weird excuses thing is because I was thinking yesterday how people immediately come up with excuses when something goes wrong, rather than just tell the truth, even in situations where the truth would make for a much better reason. ummm sorry you just wasted like a minute of your life reading this paragraph.
maybe I should be one of those dream analyst people. hmmmm no. what should I be when I'm older? I've kind of narrowed it down to psychology or marketing/advertising, but who really knows. that will probably change. and I do like history. and I still find architecture completely fascinating, but drafting last year was such a bitch. I don't want to sit at a table all day and draw lines. old houses are so much better than any new one, anyway. so screw that; it's too much to think about.
thursdays always feel like the weekend for me. I always think of fridays as not being real school days. that's probably not good. but I survived a WHOLE WEEK of school. no snow days. I am invincible.
I don't have dance saturday.
that deserved its own paragraph because it's just that exciting. I can't wait to sleep in... until like 12, and then I'm getting a haircut. NO ONE gave me advice as to what to do for cut/color. psh. any last minute advice? I'm still not sure what I want, but something different.
ummmm goodnight.
I slept in until a little before 7 today; that was nice. my alarm didn't go off the second time. and I mean that, because it happened last saturday, too, when christine spent the night. so I even have a witness to the fact that my alarm clock sucks. but anyway, I got some extra sleep and made it to first hour only three minutes late... and the sub was awesome and didn't even mark me late. I say late because I HATE that word they use to mean late... starts with a t, ends with a y, and is way too ugly to write in here. ugh. but anyhow, right before my mom finally woke me up, I had a dream I was pregnant. the really weird part was that once people kept telling me I was, I tried to come up with a story as to how it happened. then I realized I shouldn't make up impossible excuses, and decided to tell everyone the truth; that it was physically IMPOSSIBLE. so I started yelling at everyone and then my grandma was like "gosh, you're even ACTING pregnant!" it was the worst thing ever. this was probably all because my mom ran into a friend of hers yesterday and her 20ish daughter, who my brother went to school with, has an 18 month year old. and then I think the whole coming up with weird excuses thing is because I was thinking yesterday how people immediately come up with excuses when something goes wrong, rather than just tell the truth, even in situations where the truth would make for a much better reason. ummm sorry you just wasted like a minute of your life reading this paragraph.
maybe I should be one of those dream analyst people. hmmmm no. what should I be when I'm older? I've kind of narrowed it down to psychology or marketing/advertising, but who really knows. that will probably change. and I do like history. and I still find architecture completely fascinating, but drafting last year was such a bitch. I don't want to sit at a table all day and draw lines. old houses are so much better than any new one, anyway. so screw that; it's too much to think about.
thursdays always feel like the weekend for me. I always think of fridays as not being real school days. that's probably not good. but I survived a WHOLE WEEK of school. no snow days. I am invincible.
I don't have dance saturday.
that deserved its own paragraph because it's just that exciting. I can't wait to sleep in... until like 12, and then I'm getting a haircut. NO ONE gave me advice as to what to do for cut/color. psh. any last minute advice? I'm still not sure what I want, but something different.
ummmm goodnight.