Oh my god, hell week is finally over. Turns out the show is over three hours long, so i've been living there for the past week. and right now i should be doing my stupid script for our stupid dramatic presentations because we all agreed that'd we'd bring in stuff for the stupid project and i'm too exhausted to do anything and i feel very stupid because i'm too exhausted to do anything even though i should be writing the stupid script for the stupid dramatic presentations............. for the iranian revolution, i mean. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. i'm like falling asleep here on the keyboard so i'm heading off to bed, but i don't want to move, so that's why i'm still here.................. and i have to practice the clarinet, but i really don't want to, and it's too late anyway, and i can practice this week, so i won't. i was in this daze i'm in now on saturday, too, so that's why i didn't do my homework then.
i love getting new sweatshirts. they're so soft and warm and fuzzy and cozy and i never want to take them off. it's really sad though because hannah moved away last year, and she was a natural helper, and so she doesn't get a sweatshirt this year and doesn't have her name on it, even. i miss her so much! cry but i still keep in touch with her, which is good.
yum, i got a box of tagalongs from austen, which brought back memories of selling those damn girl scout cookies. trying to sell those damn ferry-schedule t-shirts reminded me of that too... especially the ridiculous prices. $4 for fifteen cookies! (for tagalongs, anyway.) it's crazy! grrr. i wish they had more in a box. i looooooove tagalongs. the peanutbutterychocolatelycookiey goodness! heart
*sigh*
i don't know what to write about........... so i'll leave. au revior, dahlings!
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mellie dahling
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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver