i am tryingtryingtrying to stay awake until thanksgiving break.
i need this. [not only for grades and passing and whatnot, but to remember that i am alive.]
so call me [please?]. you have permission.
i shouldnteven be asleep, you know.
and if you call me, make me recite the first few lines of annabel lee.
[just to make suresure im awake.]
and friday: i wore a shirt that was inconsistent with my worldview.
and i had an emotional breakdown and i dont even know why.
and we so should have gone to club extreme. but it was fun anyway.
[broken films and bad management and boys saving the day and tgif and browies and cookies and reallybadmovies.]
and saturday: i dont really remember. at all.
[oh, and i was driving home from school at 8 in the am listening and dancing to maroon five and i was on the
bypass and my car started making all these horrible noises and so i
told myself i would stop and have a nice boy look at it at the next gas but
then [gasp!] something fell out [!!!] and there was a lot
of smoke and general awfulness and then it would even go anymore but then i justbarely got it on old humbodt and
almostparked it and even put on the hazard lights since it was sortof in the
entrance to a parking lot then i walked the last mile home in my
and sunday: i had oatmeal for breakfast. and that was a very adult thing to do, i think.
life is good.
sleep is for the weak.
things will be late. [i hope] it will be ok.
my daddy is getting my car fixed. i dont deserve that.
sleep, wakeup, try again tomorrow. everything [else] still applies.