Painted Silver

School has been okay for the most part.
Music is a struggle, but only because the professor is...strange.
We've had two exams, but when we got to the Midterm, he asked us different questions.
Most he hadn't ever gone over before.
Maybe professors do that. I don't know. I just found it a little strange.

St. Patrick's Day was fun.
Stole a car, but I couldn't take part in it this time.
I couldn't, haha.
Sun burned and tired, that's me.
St. Patrick's Day in Savannah is meant for the drinkers, really.
It was fun, though, to see the kid in diapers.
It was fun to contemplate the idea of face paint.
But I was too tired.

I'm too tired.
My room is amazing. Clean. Fresh.
But not me.
It's slightly empty.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow.
Maybe.

Hopefully this change isn't me growing up.

Psychology test: 92
Statistics test: 86
American History Exam: 90


I could be depressed about my 86, but whether I study maths or not, I always get that type of a grade.
Went to the beach today.
I had missed it.
Even though the waves were quite violent, it was nice.

I've been dying to write.
It's hard to write about every dream I had.
My dreams are unbelievably amazing.
Uh.
May.
Zing.

I'm back on my drawing binge.
Like usual, I'm sucking hardcore.
But that doesn't stop me. :]

I've been bored.
Extremely bored.
I don't want to be dull this soon in my life.
I want to travel.
I want to...risk
Bah.
I'm too scared to risk much.

<3

I'll always have a bigger purpose.
Always.

I kind of want to fly.
Literally.
Spread my fuckin' wings.
Just shut up and go.
Get out of here.
FLY.
Away.

But until then, I have three and a half papers to do.
They're due on the day the hog sees his shadow.

I forgot how much I loved the movie The Prestige.
I am in love with Christopher Nolan.
His movies are perfect.

Work was fantastic and shitty all at once.
What a contradiction to explain!
Went into the store at 9:00PM.
No one told me.
No one told me the times had been changed.
To seven.
To seven o' fuckin' clock, yo.
So, I counted for fifteen minutes.
I hate so much that I was unintentionally late.
My fifteen minutes of work was quite the experience.
A blast, even.
So here I am.
I can't touch my paper that I need to finish.
And tomorrow, work is going to be early.
But they told me the time had changed.
So I'll study on the way to Lumberton to do a ridiculous count.


<3

You moron.
Stop sitting on your ass AND GO GET WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT.

Because I'm your passenger.
I'll only be a passenger.

I'm doing a good job at things I want to do.
Well...Mostly, but that's on me, really.
I'm losing weight well, and I'm feeling better.
My school work is getting done, and I feel like I'm doing it well.

I went out to eat today.
With someone I dislike.
A lot.
If she knew, though, it would probably kill her.
Which would mean that I killed her.
I don't need that, really.
And she doesn't need to die yet, either.
I want to feel regret when I'm thirty, not tomorrow.

Weather keeps changing its mind on how it wants us to feel on a daily basis.
So do people, but I guess that's only natural.
I can't be angry, either.
At first it was because I didn't want to be.
But now I just can't be.

If you ever wanted to punch me, aim for my head or something.
Please skip my stomach.
It hurts the worst, and life likes to punch me there often.
My dream today made me feel good.
Until I woke up.
Then I just felt lonely.
AKA punch to the stomach.

Fuck alcohol. The good feeling it gives me isn't worth this sickness.

I have that feeling where I'm waiting for something.
Only I don't know what it is, really.
Maybe the end of the world, or a decent night's sleep.
Either way, I won't be exhausted anymore, ya?

I've been a bit angry lately.
Not to mention more accidental prone.
I've lost things more lately than I ever had in my life.


Also, I hate a lot of people in this world.
They do some crooked shit.

You thought too quick and acted too soon.
Sorry, bud.

I'm amazing.
Sometimes.
I think.



It feels.

And it's not a good thing.
But oh well.
I won't get it anyway, eh?

This journal really is insane.
Broken up and insane.
But I had a blast yesterday.
So until next time.