I shouldn’t be allowed to live.

I’ve spent an exhausting day doing the wrong week of online history class work. So I shot off an email asking my professor if I could still withdraw from the class. Since like I screwed over the previous three weeks with a D average and had planned on redeeming myself this and following weeks. I can’t even think. I’ve retained too much information today. Maybe I’ll run away. I’m clearly not cut out for this.

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The miles of air and road and land
That separate me from all my plans
Were havin havin fun
But something something tells me I miss someone

Snow day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents collaborated in their note writing today.

I should probably stop playing Tibia.

Or stop sleeping forever. Which might win. Ughhh… Life is out of control!!!

More later.

Woooooo

Today I got 29 views on the Across the Universe movie review. That post usually gets like one or two a day, referred by search engines. So I just wanted to share that. Twenty nine. Wowza.

I took the SAT.

It was hard. That is all.

Mr. Chovil.

Where the hell are you? It’s been like a week.

Uh huh.

I felt like writing more. Even though it’s a mere half hour after my last post. I’m avoiding sleep. I’m completely prepared for it– teeth brushed, face washed, lights off/heater on. I guess I’m just not tired yet. I unintentionally slept till one pm today, and I always feel ashamed waking up late and staying up late. Like my life is so luxurious that I can just go around participating in such activities– while the rest of the world is waking up early, going to bed early, working out, drinking water, rearing children, donating money.

ai yi yi

I regard my relationship status in the same logic as Diana Ross’ mother. You can’t hurry love, no, you JUST HAVE TO WAIT. And that is precisely why I don’t really care about whether or not I have a boyfriend right now. I guess it would be cool, and obviously I could pick up any random loser for practice. But I simply can’t tolerate random losers. I’m into those rare types– the insanely intelligent, funny, good-looking, Atheist ones. So I know he’s out there, somewhere. Not a husband, but a live-next-door forever and ever OR until we shoot each other simultaneously the day we turn forty (did I mention we have the same birthday too?). I’ve seen him before, maybe a hundred times; leaving the movie theater, buying a box of cereal, waiting in line at the bank. But then he disappears, and I forget about it a few minutes later.

Do I believe in fate, or soul mates? Absolutely.

Fantastic.