the clock tells me it's night.

more than a love song; augustana

I feel freaking blind without my glasses on. My tired old eyes need a break. Old, right.

Today was a half day; the water main broke down at the construction site again, and no water in the school. Again. Second time this week, but we actually got out. We were in Ameruoso's class when we were discussing it. "Send vibes into the cosmos to have school closed~ VIBES. Why are you raising the roof?" What in the heck was that? Ameruoso knows so many 'modern' things, yeah? So, uh, we got out early. Bus rides with the windows open on a nice day feel so surreal. Most of my friends traversed to Bayonne to watch Spiderman 3. Some part of me says that I should have gone, but I wouldn't have been able to. I just feel like crap nowadays.

There's a lot of stuff to do on this computer. It's just so pitiful.

My week was good. Not great, but hey. Monday and Tuesday night was filled with being cranky, bitchy, and working on a mosaic. It came out okay, but it's kind of messed up because it's in the doorway of the classroom. I flew a kite on Monday. I haven't done that since I was five, and even so, I can't remember that. When was it so hard to do that? And run. I guess I'm really that out of shape. We were watching Gokusen after-school. Something compels me to punch Jun in the face when he yells in dramas.

Wednesday, I caught up on sleep at home. The hour of volleyball was good, too. I dove for the ball, and you know what? It went over. HA. I'm not that bad. We had a lock-down that day, too. I was almost sitting under the table in Ms. Ibrahim's room. Riana and I fell asleep, or as much asleep as being squished lets you. I ate breakfast in the morning, actually.

Freshman came Thursday. The bus was packed, the school was full of new faces. I looked, and realized that I'm getting up there. I'll be a sophomore next year, and I really am terrified somewhat of that concept. Slowly, it'll come to me. Just let me survive this long next month of freshman year.

Math teacher realized that I should be in Geometry this year. Something of the sort. I wish I was, but I can't do anything of it.

Lately, I've been feeling tired and out of it all the time. I know I should be working, but I feel as if I always have more work than everyone else. Throwing things out of proportion. I could be, I wouldn't know, even though I'm talking about myself.

Here's to the next 6 weeks of freshman year left.