Thanks a lot, school. I'm really just wondering why ALL the spanish classes get to go eat at Margarita's, while one criminology class can't visit a college...
But yeah. I read Harry Potter all school day. That's about it. I went to Steve's and it was raining. He made me eat a delicious sandwich and we had pie. I played Kingdom Hearts and he recorded. For a long time. Rain, rain, go away... We hid behind things and tried to scare each other. And then laughed about it way more than was necessary. I was just so happy. I still am. But then again I got mad so quickly at nothing. At school, especially. And yeah, whatever though. I won't let it get me down.
I feel like I have nothing deep or big to talk about any more. I think I'm falling back into a reading mood than a writing mood. I looking more rather than a drawing mood. A listening mood rather than a debating mood. It's a weird time for me. Almost like nothing's gotten better, but I can't be bothered to dwell. And then suddenly it bowls me over and I fall lower than dirt, but then the cycle starts again. Who really knows anymore.