like a flower leaning towards the sun
2001-01-02 @ 9:42 p.m.
I don't really feel like writing too much tonight. I have just finished a truckload of work, and I don't really care to do anymore typing. I am only doing this out of personal motivation mixed with a slight sense of obligation. My parents are out at the hospital, visiting my aunt. I can't find my notes for the tunnel essay that is due next Monday. I still haven't started that damn history paper. I couldn't stand school today, and I thought I was going to go mad. I have to spend my whole entire afternoon at a freaking observatory with my little mentoring buddies. Don't ask me when I'll get my homework done at all. I didn't eat almost anything again today. My plan is working out well. I have to decide what I'll wear tomorrow, and this is hard. I own too many clothes. I remember once that I wanted to change my name to Mary Jane. Guillermo laughed at me and told me why it was bad. Sometimes I am rather naive. Everyone is on AIM tonight. Maybe I just don't notice because I'm never on. It's getting late, and I have a lot to do before I am allowed to sleep. I hate school, and I hate it a lot. Will someone please save me?
Ciao.
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