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A World Of Beautiful Glitches

Well I’m back from school. I attempted to get out early today, on account of my “monthly event” and the excruciating pain that goes with it. I said, “attempted” because I didn’t actually pull it off. Mr. Temple saw me dying in the back and excused me. What a nice guy. It was 40 minutes until school was over so I groaned my way to see Poison Ivy, who sent me back to get a signature. I probably could have had a stab-wound and she would still have shooed me away arrogantly. I came back with a signature this time and waited on the floor for my mother to be called. I had to get into the fetal position while Poison Ivy argued with random angry students, leaving my phone call till last. I seriously considered running out the front gate. I wonder what they would do. Would someone chase me? When I finally got my note for Mr. Nose Ring at the gate, he wouldn’t open the back gate for me. I had to sit and wait again. Then the bell rang, and I realized that I might have been better off just laying on Mr. Temple’s floor :)

I feel pretty good now. I was watching a British comedy that was utterly terrible but I get to blog and sleep and I feel much more relaxed. I just wish I didn’t have to read my psychology textbook. It’s so overwhelming!

I was talking to Yan about “the monthly visitor,” and how it’s really a glitch in the female sex, though I honestly don’t mind mine. I know people get a head rush when they stand up after being sprawled out on the ground. That’s a glitch that affects everybody. Or when you stuff your mouth full of grapes and can’t get a sentence out that makes the least bit of sense. And when you wake up early in the morning and can’t see straight. Or when you get the phantom pain. Pun knows what I mean, right? You know, if you poke yourself in the bellybutton… go ahead. Try it. See? It seems to affect nerves in other unrelated places. I wonder what kind of glitches the male sex has. I like the glitches, though. They’re kind of endearing. They help me to realizing my own mortality. I am reminded ever time I have a glitch, that I am in fact fragile, and softly moving through this world. Walking towards…. who knows what? Maybe we are all just beautiful glitches too.

Back From Mills

I'm back from Mills. Yay! Shout shout. I took a shower to wash off all the college:) Well, it wasn't bad, actually. I'm just happy to be home. I'll say more later because I have to finish some Phyc reading. Yikes! I actually brought it with me. Like I'd have any time to do it there. We went to a talent show instead of studying, which was fun and full of tone-deaf people. There was this one girl who had such a beautiful voice, though. She played the guitar and sang Beautiful Disaster. It was amazing. That song seems to fit in some ways. It’s interesting how that happens… when you’re not expecting it. To the salt mines!

Beautiful Disaster

KELLY CLARKSON lyrics

Facing Forward

If I could lie in an exhausted heap on the floor across a splotch of warm sun, without the burdens of schoolwork…I would be so happy right now. A lot seems to be following me, not stuff I don’t like necessarily, but it’s all a little overwhelming. In a few minutes I will be leaving for a college overnight stay at Mills. My mom’s idea. I think it’s a good idea but I don’t know if right now is a good time. I don’t seem to have a lot of time to spare right now. Mr. Silva is going to rant tomorrow, and bless my hickens, gosh darnit, I don’t want to miss that. I think it’s going to be about writing a proper AP Lit essay. Important. I’m still a little sleepy from the night before last when I had a random beyond random day. Journeying to Blackhawk Mall all on my own and then getting unexpected visits and calls all around the same time. It was a very exciting day, I must say. I feel tired but I happily had a fulfilling weekend. Sometimes I just need to talk. Sometimes life surprises me. I am trying hard not to question things right now. I feel that in this moment in time I should just ride the wave and fumble through the haze going toward the voices of those who call out. I wonder if this Mills thing will go smoothly. I hope I find some nice people. Lately I haven’t been branching out, as I feel content with the people I’m with. I always think that I forget how to be with new people… but I suppose it’s like riding a bike.

Formation...Forget?

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So, it's Friday, All!

That deserves a big yay from me. I'll be so very happy to have a change of pace, getting far, far away from econ. (It's not that I hate the class, it's just that I can't believe that it IS a class. Mr J. isn't terrible, it's just the way the class is. The mixture of individuals is overwhelmingly like water and oil... though I'm not sure which one I am. I don't want to be oil, it's so shiny and greasy. i think I'm more like water. Sparkly, flowy, and smooth.

Anyway... that was a slight rant, wasn't it? I just haven't blogged in a while and i feel deprived.

I will continue this later :)

It’s been forever hasn’t it?

My lack of blogging is brought on partly because of busyness (ending promptly, now that college applications are done), and party because I miss having a real diary. Not that blogging bad, it’s just different and I wanted to write more personally too. Blogging is much more abstract, and very fun. So I will continue blogging soon. House in on and I’m very excited.