Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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"What? Your still awake?" -my body all time - is relative
I was going to attempt to get out of an entry tonight by pleading extreme exhaustion, but then I realized you don't care. So write away I do, or rahter, attempt to.
Winter Formal is tommorow. I still need to go find a bra that I can wear with my dress. Shit.
Matt's father pisses me off. He makes me wonder what the hell happened to him to cause him to be so uncaring. He constantly mocks Matt, and not in a way that can be construed as anything other than cruel.
Thoughts...scattered...impossible to form....coherent sentences...
Ok, I'm fine now. Sorry about that, blood sugar must have taken a little dip.
It is a little odd: I haven't been hungry. I eat, don't worry, I just don't feel the need to.
Happy moment for the day: Singing for two and a half hours straight. It was great. I love singing. It just allows me to transcend, make beauty where silence was before, and even beautify silence.
Well, if I try to muffle the screams of agony and exhaustion my body is sending me right now anymore, I will probably collapse tommorow at the dance. Which would suck, as it would ruin my hair.
Quote for the Entry: "You know, you guys may be the best concert choir I've ever had. Maybe." -Mr. Lamprecht, our choir director.
That made me happy.
all time - is relative