2001-10-08 - 10:13 p.m.
so i need to write and clear my mind (ahem: stall, and complain). too much work, too much work. i want to run away. and ive got the goddamned sat this weekend. which means, if im not doing all of this fuckin studying for school, ill be doing voluntary practice tests in colored recycled paper, staple-bound booklets all week, not including tutoring tommorow afternoon. ive got four more drawings to do tonight, and im neglecting studying for two, of my (count em) three tests tommorow. i just cant handle my teachers right now. theyre all fucking lunatics.
i felt like downloading more videos today, so i got fiona apples, "paper bag" video, which is my favorite song of hers. the video is just as grand. fiona, dancing (what?) around in a hotel lobby, with teenage boys, all in a very 40s manner and disposition.
god, yes, my life is this boring.
deborah is so great. shes the cutest person in the world. i really wish she was more comfortable around me than she expresses in her diary. no one should ever be nervous around me. im the most ridiculous person in the world to be anxious around... its just not worth it guys.
new guy! new music! ben kweller!
"the butterflys are passive aggresive and put their problems on the shelf, but theyre beautiful. he will realize the only thing thats real are the kids, that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful."
