got towed this morning :(
It wouldn’t start,
even with jumper cables.
Haven’t even had it a week.
I guess it’s my mom and the bus for tomorrow.
I enjoyed the rain today.
I did not enjoy how boring today was.
This week was fast,
and this weekend should be acceptable.
Something to look forward to perhaps?
The Chattahoochie is a cold ass river.
But stoned it’s fine.
That red leather bag from Urban.
A flowy vest, not structured.
A pack of 27s.
My new makeup.
A high-waisted skirt.
A flowy/flowery short dress.
A new sense of style.
My car to be fixed.
Fall to come. Now.
and world peace.
Can’t breate and my head hurts.
It’s making me grumpy,
sorry to anyone I’ve been snappy with.
Braves v. Phillies tonight at 7:30.
Only 1 1/2 games behind, atleast last time I checked.
Maybe division again this year :)
World Series! Haha, hopes.
It was a long week.
School is tiring.
This next year feels endless.
Hours of monotony merely sprinkled with some semblence of learning.
They all think being International Baccalaureate makes them valid in some way,
but they corrupt it by leaving us no options.
I’m tired of having to always do what other people want me to do.
Photo project for Ronald this afternoon.
I hope it turns out the way I want it to,
and I hope everyone shows up.
It won’t be as good without all my chickens :(
School on Monday,
More summer reading to do.
Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts – did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces – they are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember? The evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol in to your Dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces through our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilize during our dreams.
I think I fuse people together in my dreams.
Who knows, this is cool though :)
I miss her and I don’t want to.
Why do I?
You’d think I’d be tired of being ignored.
And I am.
Yet I get the impulse to text her,
knowing in all likelyhood she may not respond.
I’m sad tonight.