this entry came into being, originally, on the 30th of September. there, you've been warned.
tomorrow will have been (did i use that correctly? i don't even really remember what the hell) the second day in a row that i've had to rise at the unseemly hour of five or five thirty-ish in order to be out of the house and on time for something important, something beyond myself. i have mixed feelings about it. i mean i don't mind it in the least because t and her ma and her sister are like family AND i know that this pattern is a grown up and responsible pattern that i should keep up.. but i'm also no good at it. heheh.
tomorrow is going to be a long day.. if the day were a woman she'd be a top-heavy one. i'm relying on the fact that i'll have plenty of time to nap n' catch up or fall back when i get home since my school day ends pretty early in the day with my latin class ending at ten to two.
i'm probably going to crash in a few minutes. i've had too much to eat and to drink and to look at. sleep will come easily tonight.
meanwhile there are boys with qualities to dream on and scenarios to escape to. that's something to explore. the fact that so many people out there will claim a sense of safety and comfort being surrounded by books and stories. perhaps its because they have a memory of someone older and kind and who smelled of mint or chamomile telling them, fixing them with one tall tale after another. or for whatever other reason. i think it'd be mildly interesting to then flip that around and make or find a person out who is uneasy around that type of-- recreation? i don't know. i'm tired and i can barely keep my eyes open for this. and dammit if i didn't lose the signal again! shoot me in the toe and call me limpy.. shit do i hate when this happens.
thankfully i'm still able to keep this page "open" to my type. oh blinky signal dot why do you not blink for me any longer?!
just keep moving. just keep moving. everything will be fine if we just keep moving. just keep moving. I AM FULL OF WATERS! waters and chocolatey drink and pizza. but its the pizza what done me in and done me in good. four slices of the stuff. SALT RETAINS WATER.. or some shit, right? oh yea? RETAIN THIS!! *insert the close-up image of a hand that defiantly reveals the naughty finger. all peeled like an unlikely banana.*
i have done nothing. or hardly anything save dance and now my abs hurt as if they were looking for a reason to toughen up. ohh here come the parade of months ~brrr.
7:01 p.m. - 2003-10-02
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