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Joyous. Just joyous. I've solved my main problem of the week. We'll see what's to come next, won't we? I've come to the conclusion that everything is actually working out, as much as it might seem to not. Everything I desire, I already have. All the goals I've set are on there way to being achieved. All the people I love seem to care about me to some extent. Inside jokes have been made for the year. Everything is going according to plan, whether I truly acknowledge it or not. I'm going to miss this year, and there really is nothing that can be done about it.
Mondays suck =/. Like seriously, they do. My desires are overtaking my requirements, simply because of the weekend hangover. Or is it more than that? Is it possible that my desires are merely greater then they've ever been? It could be true, but somehow i doubt it. Perhaps my ambitions were a bit unlike my true self The road called life sucks, just like Mondays. This just won't end, will it?
Too bad it's a stressful rain... Not that I was expecting a totally peaceful day. In fact, I planned quite the opposite. As if a group project isn't a frazzled mess enough, a friend in the group has internal bleeding in her stomach and can't come. Like, Oh Emm Gee moment. Puking blood=NOT GOOD! We managed to get a good portion of it done in the end. Social Problems are piling up for the coming week, and I'm still tired. This is going to be fun...NAWT. But heck, at least there's lunch! I swear, I live for the lovely class...food and friends, what could be better? Nothing I tell you NOTING could be better than friends and food!
There's just something really majestic about it. It's simple in form, though many don't like it. Our roof shows sign of a leak... Parents are stressed for the upcoming winter. But me? Oh, I'm as calm as ever, and do not understand how someone could not be. This lazy like weather is just what I needed after a long, stressful week. At this point in time, we need to savor the moments of boredom. They don't come often, although when they come, we hate them. Take time to sit, Let your body's muscles relax, and listen to the rain.
2nd period-staring at the wall in study. 3rd period-homeroom...staring at the television. 4th period-yelling at some girl in civics about her opinion on the economy. 5th period-making memories at lunch. 6th period-singing some song in latin. 7th period-counting the minuets till geo's end. 8th period-sigdigs in science. 9th period-singing the abc's in french. walking home-wishing it was all back, no matter how much i hate it. this is the time of my life, as much as i hate to admit it. My music?:queer My life?:on cruse control My feelings?:on a rollarcoaster My stomach?:never full enough My schoolwork?:not good enough My self-esteem?:strangely high My hopes?:even higher My dreams?:they kiss the sky |
