I’m not really sure what the title has to do with this post, so you have been warned; no whining about it. I am listening to the song though (I love the song) if that counts.
My math teacher really pleased me today. It kindness that really makes me happy, I’ve decided. He understood what had happened to me, and has really been the only one who has shown any recognition to it, work-wise. I was really quite happy leaving that class. I’ve also scheduled to complete my correspondence class, and I was quite pleased that I finally got around to arranging the test. Yea, whatever, I’m boring myself.
I made this cool picture thing (note-to-self: pick new descriptor) as seen in the Moblog. Creatively, I’m not one that excels, but I think it turned out nice enough. I’m going to extend the theme of it around the rooms if this littler one works out. I need some pictures though!
While I was making the picture thing (shudder) I stumbled across old notes and letters from my past friends. Wow. You know, I really thought I was over them, but was I wrong. I’m not sure if it was the dropping to the floor, or dropping the glass over the floor that made me snap-back to reality. They’ve torn my heart, and how I forgot what happened tore it even more. I am not looking forward to Europe this summer at all anymore.
My hair looks best at half-past the hour, slightly damp, and without glasses, contacts, or other viewing aid. I like my hair with those specifications. Yes.
Have you ever met someone that seems to be living a life parallel to your own? Maybe I have, but I’m not sure yet. I’ll make sure to get back to you on that one. I’ve lost my inner child. I’ve lost my fun. Will you find them with me?