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i am from k-pax, i eat bananas whole. hello, i don't know where i've been. dead or sleepless, research papers eating me alive until i hack my way out with a fish-bone. everyone keeps asking about college college college and i have no answers except maybe. my mother says eat up the strawberry-rhubarb pie or it will go bad but i am not eating it tonight, not after eating too much after school anyway. this morning i woke up and TJ-kitty came up chirping and crawled up in my face and laid down on my arm purring. it is so cold and autumn is whirling past too fast for me to catch hold of it. we never went to the apple orchard or the pumpkin patch and both hayrides have been canceled. i do not want to touch my homework, dracula and graphs and orbitals. yesterday afternoon i napped on the floor and dreamed of flying in a plane with a boy who went too fast and did loops in the air and landed on the bridge-in-the-jungle runway going too fast so i fell out and crashed to the ground, almost broke my neck but not quite. the others asked me how i was and i said fine except somebody flew too fast and almost broke my neck, and the boy looked very sheepish. i got the impression we were going to fall in love (or at least in like) later in the dream, but my sister woke me up. he was not very handsome but he had wheat-gold curls all messy.
i wrote an essay about words for our literary magazine. maybe later i will share it. my speech cut is difficult and upsetting and i cannot get it, whenever i practice with him he never has anything good to say, only you need to do this, you're almost there. i feel so pressured. i do not feel optimistic about this season and damnit it's my last season, i want it to be a good one. i've been swearing like a sailor lately, but only in my head or in whispers, i let no-one hear. i have not written a thing except research papers and discussion questions and amadeus response papers. nanowrimo is fast approaching and sing up the wind isn't even done and i have no inspiration.
i don't know why i'm complaining so much. i don't feel that bad overall. at school today i was happy and bright and chatting and felt good all day. i'm okay. i supposed it's just that right now i'm cold and tired and lazy and so all the negative parts are coming up to the surface more easily.
i am going to bed at nine o' clock no matter how little homework i have finished.
i wrote an essay about words for our literary magazine. maybe later i will share it. my speech cut is difficult and upsetting and i cannot get it, whenever i practice with him he never has anything good to say, only you need to do this, you're almost there. i feel so pressured. i do not feel optimistic about this season and damnit it's my last season, i want it to be a good one. i've been swearing like a sailor lately, but only in my head or in whispers, i let no-one hear. i have not written a thing except research papers and discussion questions and amadeus response papers. nanowrimo is fast approaching and sing up the wind isn't even done and i have no inspiration.
i don't know why i'm complaining so much. i don't feel that bad overall. at school today i was happy and bright and chatting and felt good all day. i'm okay. i supposed it's just that right now i'm cold and tired and lazy and so all the negative parts are coming up to the surface more easily.
i am going to bed at nine o' clock no matter how little homework i have finished.