It is very hot...I'm trying to study. It's hot. I'm debating whether going to the cram party tonight will help or not. I'm thinking probably not...but sometimes you absorb something that ends up being important the next day.

I'm tired of feeling frustrated. I'm tired of leaving my days open. I'm tired of wanting to feel like a priority and feeling ( Read more... )

Painting is messy. It is slow and tiresome and as hard as you try to cover every spot with the perfect, sanitized, doctors office, lab coat-white, the stains still come through. And even when you can't see them, you know they're still there, only covered up, but it looks so much nicer ( Read more... )

Well...

Rock Paper Scissors is basically an amazing song. It's on my myspace.

I finally did the facebook thing. I fail. It's Taylor's fault. We were supposed to be studying.

Did I mention that I have an IB test tomorrow? 

Everyone is coming home tomorrow. Hm.

Currently I am...strumming. And not doing my history assignment. Which I really need to start because I have a feeling it's going to take me a while. Compare and Contrast "Origins of The Cold War" by Arthur Schlesinger Jr. and "The Cold War and Its Origins" by D.F. Flemming. Blahh. It would help if I had read ( Read more... )

Yes, two posts in one day. It is that epic. Not really, just pathetic. I have to quote another Ani song. I need new music. Well not really, because I don't actually listen to her constantly anymore, just think about her lyrics.

she lay down in her party dress
and never got up
needless to say
she missed the party
she just got sad
then she got stuck

she ( Read more... )

life used to be life-like
now it's more like showbiz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder
everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and your mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
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and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply...
Oh School Night. So many meanings. So little time.

It is Sunday. I have a few things to do. Actually I have a pile of things to do, but only a couple of which will I actually end up doing. Like my history assignment. I will do that. And I might do this psych worksheet. Otherwise ( Read more... )

Well I'm back from my crazy five day road trip...

Friday we went to Cal Poly and ended in Davis
Saw Davis Saturday, drove to San Francisco ate at the Stinking Rose (soo much garlic)
Sunday, Dogers beat Giants. SWEEP. Drive to Chico Sunday
Bagles for breakfast, Chico campus. Boonies. Listened to Bill Maher.
Drove to Humboldt Monday afternoon. So ( Read more... )

light in her eyes. and her conscience with a cigarette just stood there,
waiting for her to crack, waiting for her to cry. they scampered through the
room like a roach across a wall. yeah, they made her skin sore. yeah, they
made her skin crawl. they said, "we got this confession. we just need for
you to sign. why don't you just cooperate? make this ( Read more... )

...While you were running from your lesson
Which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question.
Plus, you weren't listening
You were stockpiling canned goods
making a bomb shelter of our basement.
And I can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement.
And where was your ( Read more... )