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It could have been worse. There really wasn't THAT much stress. Hamlet was basically done before the weekend even came. Biology quiz? Formative. Don't care enough. Pre-Calc test? Okay. Maybe I'm a little freaked about that one. But it'll be fine. Just need to float a decent grade. It looks like tomorrow night will be less than desirable. Extra jazz and a Biology lab that I need to do well on. No C+. It bothers me too much. And suddenly, I question little things. Things that should have been questioned months ago. Like, hey, how are people so good at assuming things? How do people know such things? How does stuff like that get around? It wouldn't be assumed if it wasn't mentioned by a couple people. The internet is a funny place. As is the text message world. Weird. Then there's the question of "why do people care so much?" That one gets me more. Nope. There's no reason why anyone should care what I've done. And yet people still ask. Which is strange. I don't know. It's not like I'm completely innocent of it myself. But the extend that some people go is truly terrifying. Hmm.That was pointless. Horray! Said The Whale is really really happy making. I should get that more. Hope it's not too horrible and awful to look at. Really. Really. REALLY hope that. Nope. Not answering that. Nope. Never. I wrote down a few of the reasons I knew, explaining why I didn't want you around. There was this one time you said I looked empty and strange without my glasses. Asshole. I knew it wasn't a horrible move on my part. The things people say sometimes... Sometimes people say the most priceless little things though. The kind of things that deserve to be a locked text message. That priceless, be it cute or just plain hilarious. I read all the ones I had today, laughed, and deleted a bunch of them. I need room for more, after all. More memories and such. Memories are beautiful. It doesn't matter how I feel about things in the present, I can't help but smile at the past, and think about just how much better things have been getting. It's so exciting. I can't wait for snow so that I can get lost in it. I think getting lost is my new favorite thing. Which is why adventuring on Thursday night is still on my to do list. I've already done a couple stupid, yet impulsive things this weekend. Why stop there? Let's be stupid. Without dying, of course. But hey. What's the worst that could happen? Honestly? I don't know. But if I couldn't walk, I might as well drive. Fabulous. Hey. I'm finally excited for that New York trip thing. Even if I will be basically alone the whole time. But that was the plan from the beginning, wasn't it? I guess it was. Funny how things work out that way. |
