i hear the clock, its 6 am

actually, its 12 30 am right now. instead of working on my latin commentary and english oral presentation, both of which i had been freaking out about the whole day, im here to regale you with my stories of...life. thats right. oh the irony.

my stories of life
being a hermit is actually kind of fun. i cleaned up my desk in my room and i rarely come out now. i like sitting at my desk, staring off into space. i like lying on my bed with my hands on my face, sighing at just the thought of what has to be done.
i dont believe there's such a thing as 'trying too hard'. i really dont. so what i dont get is how a teacher tells me to not try too hard, and end up f-a-i-l-i-n-g her class. i shouldnt listen to teachers from now on. only one, only one. i think we all know who that is.

only nine days left. running on 3 h of sleep. ginger tea. thoughts of summer.
take care everyone, and be well. we're almost there.

and by almost there, i mean we have another year, and then another four, and then another who knows how many... my point is, this madness won't stop. but what we can do is laugh it off. laugh it alllll offf.

xo
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currently listening to:
jimi thing- dave matthews band
strange and beautiful- aqualung
the sound of settling- death cab for cutie
mama- il divo
jack and diane- john mellencamp