go wait in the car.

I miss blogger.
and sleeping.

I woke up from a nap, went to make tea and then go back to sleep, but then I realized I had to clean my room.

v-kristen told me not to always think of getting out of msa my senior year, else my entire year will be shitty, and I agree. I always think of things to change, though. that's healthier than empty complaining.

I never ask people how they are unless I care. this sometimes backfires in situations where I am unnecessarily socially obligated to be someone else's version of polite and the someone else becomes irritated with me.

tired.
I wrote a poem and brought it to class but it feels skeletal. that always happens when I write about my family. poetry blog?

kristen is watching my copy of ponyo.

the broom closet is locked all the damn time and I can't sweep the floor.