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today i broke my face.
i have a bruise. and a wound. that looks like it's perpetually oozing blood.
but isn't.
it just hurts to touch.
ow.

May Sixth

May Sixth. The sixth of may... I'm waiting for this to have more weight... meaning... It still hasn't come... It's 8:22...
It's been rolling about in my brain all day, though I'm yet to really feel it. If i'm going to at all. I did all my homework last night, so I could take my free to read catcher in the rye and sit outside freezing my butt off in this idiotic rochester weather, perhaps allowing myself to fall into depression again, just for a day. no, not depression. fall into my thoughts. that's what i meant.
but i didn't.
i hardly remembered until like... third period. i went inside cuz i got cold. i couldn't get into catcher in the rye. my thoughts wouldn't take me anywhere but the present.

i'm free.

uh... so it's may first....

its fair to say that i failed blog more frequently this april...
or did i?
i blogged more frequently, id say...
just not... everyday...
you know. i can't think of anything else to write so this is gonna be one of those infuriating posts where its like why can't she write more than like 5 sentences.
i'm really tired. i talked to liam until... 330.
the only thing i really remember is me suggesting that we get a flock of flying pandas... and an argument over whether or not i should pee.
we're all very sophisticated.

dammit

kdfjaldkjfalk;
I let the number getting higher. again.
rawrgh.
I'm going to florida on monday. I'm so flippin excited.
ah, consistent sun, a real reason to wear shorts, humidy and sunny and beachy goodness.
the best part: my parents aren't coming with me.
i'm staying with my aunt, who is about the coolest person ever. Like, I adore the rest of my extended family, and i'm not saying favorites or anything, but she's like, legit, really cool.
she's a fabric conservationist (i don't think that's the title.. but you get the idea) and she works on pieces for museums, like she's taken care of princess diana's dresses, president roosevelt's teddy bear, african tribal outfits, you get the idea, but that stuff just really interests me. i mean, i'd never have the patience to do that myself, all the tiny stiching and bead work and little details, but it's all so cool...
huzzah!

...:)

120 days.
tomorrow makes 121.
tomorrow makes 4 months.
that's how long i've been dating [later edit:] ABUSIVE MEGASHIT. isn't that insane?
like, really, the most insane thing you've ever heard.
i don't know if i've even liked anyone else exclusively for this long in the past threeish years, doesn't that freak you out?
it kind of freaks me out.
i also feel really lucky.

posts to go: still four... sigh.
music: down to the river to pray from o brother where art thou? (rory's watching it in the next room)
food: i don't know but it was cool.

why my english teacher might be my favorite teacher

i actually don't really know what i want to say here. i mean. i like that he really encourages me to write. and i feel like when i do homework in his class or write stuff, i'm not doing it to get it done, i actually care what i'm writing about and i want to make him proud of me, and i think that's the only teacher that has made me really really want to do good. that's something, right?
anywho. this is my ninth post. it's the 13th. that means... i have four more posts? after this one? damn. the number never goes down.

posts to go: 4
music: .44 caliber love letter, alexisonfire
most recent food item: broccoli kiesh... or however you spell it. noms.

Why My Social Studies Teacher Should Not Be Allowed to Teach

Alex v: what's the difference between compassion and passionate???
Mr. Gross: uuuuhhhhhh. Compassionate is to feel strongly about something. Passionate...... is the act of being compassionate.
this post is to be short and sweet. i want y'all to revel in the horribleness this quote reveals.