Last night, I was at a highschool football game. My friend paid the announcer in the booth fifteen bucks to say, “Ten points for Gryffindor!” every time our team scored. He did. It was the best night ever.
a perfect rainy day to sit around and feel sorry for myself. really not the day i need right now. really need to turn off the old nostalgic rilo and get dressed and get off the couch. i’m only sad when i let myself be sad, and right now i’m letting myself be sad. i also wish i didn’t have his schedule memorized, so i didn’t have to know he’s doing the exact same thing right now.
hey i’ve missed you these days i thought you might call it’s been weeks i’ve been crazed hey hey have you been on the scene? cause you look like a mess thanks, i guess are you clean? wow, coming from you i don’t do what you do okay, how did it start? but you took it too far.
my eight/830 AM classes are not as rough as i thought they might be. obviously i know i’m good in the morning, but they’re really fine. it helps of course that i have smart crushes on all my teachers. being a science major means all the teachers have to know their shit. it’s my biggest pet peeve when i know that teachers don’t have any fucking clue what they’re talking about and i know i can explain it in like, a sentance and it’s taking 25 minutes for them to get it out. anyways, i have a bomb ass department so i don’t have to deal with that, yay. declaring this major is the only thing that’s kept me here so long. nerd.