you know what i love? i love having guy friends who will pretend to be your boyfriend when you've got somebody who won't stop hitting on you. i love it even more when they proceed to list your friendship details on facebook as having briefly been in a relationship. i really do though, as i love guy friends.
i watched the rain for hours and left my window open. it was steady falling gently in the light in the street. it slowed, it stopped: it fell away and so did i. the wind touched my wrists and made circles on my throat- i haven't felt anything so much in weeks.
that is the noise you make when you've just spent six hours making alcohol flashcards and making links between songs. i am not getting paid to do these things, nor am i getting academic credit. what is wrong with me?
in high school, i didn't have to study. when i did, i'd plan it by the chapter, or the hour. here, i plan my studying by the number of days i'll have to not do anything else.