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::Tired. Should be working on very easy APUSH book review. And felt like blogging, and paralleling/stealing Nick's 'points' (and Simon's paralleling idea).

Point One: My week of non-sleep has finally caught up with me, particularly that related to the Absalom, Absalom MWDS, and I thought I was going to pass out at rehearsal...

Point Two: I. Hate. School. Hours. (And Chemistry. And super-long rehearsals with super-annoying trumpets. To quote Marc, "Kill Gil, part 1".)

Point Three: I hate being jealous. So, so, SO much.

Point Four: I feel...not like crying, but as if I need to completely release every emotion I have, which seem to get too jumbled up mixed extremey... I'm so happy or so sad or so jealous and always completely exhausted... When Dolly is over, though it has its fun moments, and I don't have any major assignments due, I'm going to take one day to go to bed really early and read The Westing Game or some sort of comfortbook, and just relax. Ah... my írimolos.

Point Five: I hate either riding home on the bus and getting home late, or being picked up from rehearsal late, and getting home even later.

Point Six: I wanted to give MO an enormous hug today, for no particular reason, or maybe because it was really nice to get my act done. I really had no idea what it would be and it took her about 30 seconds to get to it.

Point Seven: Ugh...okay, I know what my point seven is, I just can't admit it because I sound really.... erm.... I just don't want to say it publicly. Besides the selfishness of it.::

.:Arakatze blogged on 3/04/2004 11:23:00 PM:.
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