Blah blah blah school boring.
Well, it's actually not boring, per se. The teachers always have something interesting to teach. But since I get absolutely zero social interaction [except at lunch], I guess it's easy to say that I am burying the hatchet.
I feel like I'm drowningdrowningdrowning in this cesspool of human ugliness that I've kindly termed THE MACHINE, as I'm just sandwiched into an assembly line. So why am I always a step away from upbeat? Well, maybe not upbeat? But there's no depression. It's like I WOULD be happy, if it were possible. But since nothing seems to really be going right so far, my brain is in this annoying, endorphin-clogged sleep.
SOMEONE, PLEASE BLESS ME WITH GOOD FORTUNE! I MAY SUCK AT SOCCER AND DOING HOMEWORK AND BEING NICE, BUT I AM A GOOD SOUL! I WISH ONLY THE BEST FOR MY FELLOW COMRADES THROWN ON THIS FRAYED CONVEYER BELT THE MAN HAS TERMED 'SCHOOL'!
Oh wait. Something good DID happen. I got a 94% on my Pre-Calc test. smile Washburn got 76%. xd
Then mummsy and I went shopping for shoes. I got flats. I tried on a lot of heels, but I'm really not a heels sort of person. Plus I knew that I'd somehow find a way to teeter off them and twist both my ankles again. Soooo...black flats. So much for the "color" idea.
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ASK YOURSELF in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity..." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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