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i haven't touched this motherfucker in months, so it must mean i'm supposed to be writing a paper!
i am shockingly inept at school lately, which is unsurprisingly wack for someone who continues to talk so much shit about people who waste my time with bullshit at school. i keep saying i want to run away and join the circus but it's been pointed out that i haven't any circus skills, so maybe i subconsciously mean i want to run away and become a rock star. except i can't fucking run anywhere because my limbs all feel like stupid overdone noodles because i think my brain is dripping corrosive shit all over them.
this is an interesting stream-of-consciousness (i obviously don't know what that means, you see!) moment of self-discovery, because who knew i was feeling this melodramatic? i thought i was just trying to avoid writing about the Cassini-Huygens space mission. i had to look up the name of the mission i'm writing a paper on, just now. that's not the best sign. i've been sleeping a lot lately but still feeling tired, maybe i should stay up until i get that awesome paranoid twitch action going on. maybe i won't sleep tonight. i have to babysit tomorrow evening, and we all know twitching paranoid childcare is the best kind! i have really never seen a cat so obviously trying his hardest to stay awake as stuart is right now. oh stuart the cat, you are going to join me on my descent to madness.
is there anyone who reads this that is stoked to learn that i am basically BFF with daphne rubin-vega now? that's entirely untrue, but she did call me baby a bunch of times, plus we did some weird acting warmup exercises or something, weird throat noises. you see, it was a fake pep rally, and i was in the marching band, and we all drank tiny cans of champagne with juice box straws on the side. this would have been the best dream EVER, but since it was in fact some kind of reality, it was only okay.
hahahhahahaha fuck a life update.
i am shockingly inept at school lately, which is unsurprisingly wack for someone who continues to talk so much shit about people who waste my time with bullshit at school. i keep saying i want to run away and join the circus but it's been pointed out that i haven't any circus skills, so maybe i subconsciously mean i want to run away and become a rock star. except i can't fucking run anywhere because my limbs all feel like stupid overdone noodles because i think my brain is dripping corrosive shit all over them.
this is an interesting stream-of-consciousness (i obviously don't know what that means, you see!) moment of self-discovery, because who knew i was feeling this melodramatic? i thought i was just trying to avoid writing about the Cassini-Huygens space mission. i had to look up the name of the mission i'm writing a paper on, just now. that's not the best sign. i've been sleeping a lot lately but still feeling tired, maybe i should stay up until i get that awesome paranoid twitch action going on. maybe i won't sleep tonight. i have to babysit tomorrow evening, and we all know twitching paranoid childcare is the best kind! i have really never seen a cat so obviously trying his hardest to stay awake as stuart is right now. oh stuart the cat, you are going to join me on my descent to madness.
is there anyone who reads this that is stoked to learn that i am basically BFF with daphne rubin-vega now? that's entirely untrue, but she did call me baby a bunch of times, plus we did some weird acting warmup exercises or something, weird throat noises. you see, it was a fake pep rally, and i was in the marching band, and we all drank tiny cans of champagne with juice box straws on the side. this would have been the best dream EVER, but since it was in fact some kind of reality, it was only okay.
hahahhahahaha fuck a life update.