i'm sure he'll like it, everyone will appriciate it, you're so novel, what a good idea.

ugh i'm disgusted with my body.
i think i'll be saying, "man, is school happening again this week?" every sunday until the end of the schoolyear. and it will continue henceforth until i graduate from highschool.
i don't have much to say. nothing really happened tonight. worked on chemistry. didn't get 89% of webassign. talked with glenn mostly, until he signed off rather upruptly.
the only downside to talking online is that now he doesn't review/ post on chatterboxx anymore. oh well, it's worth it.
i'm going to see if mrs. mayberry would be ineterested in giving me my project from last year back. i painted a big black pi sign and then in hot pink acrylic paint i wrote out as much of the numbers as i could. it was an a canvas and was rather fancy so i'm going to ask her if i can have it back.
hopefully i can scrape together some of mary and margaret's old paint cause i've got a project in mind and i'd like to do it. i'll need black, dark blue, white, and light blue paints, along with glass, mirrors, and knives.
it's really late and i really don't want to go to bed and face another incredibly ennui filled day of monotonous school life. sigh.
i want it to rain again. it hasn't rained enough and it's not cold enough for my liking. the trees also need to die, and anything green.
i used to be pretty sure about myself but i don't think i am anymore. as in, i don't really know who i am. ack, midlife crisis. just kidding. i'm just being a teenager i guess.
yes well. i suppose i should go to bed. i feel a poem coming along. perhaps a sketch...