Hug every friend.

Currently Listening to:!Policia! a Militia Group Records Tribute to the Police.
It's so weird how once you have friends you realize how little of a person you actually are. Not "little" in the sense of being worthless, but little as in one part. For example, I have a friend who(and I swear) is, that's right, IS my entire left brain. They remind me of myself a few years back, except for the fact that, for them, delight is anything structured, and, for me, chaos is a warm fuzzy.
Then there is that friend that IS you, only you of the oposite sex. Dude is not my boyfriend, but if you'd ever met him, you'd be able to tell that our friendship would become inevitable.
There's also the friend that IS the "little you". You know, the younger friend who looks up to you for guidence and misinformation. The little me is so adorable and SO loved beyond what she seems to understand. I honestly regret spending not as much time with her as I could. She packs one heck of a punch and when she hits you, you'll know it. Anyone who doesn't understand her will end up feeling sorry.
I've got other friends, like the Townie friend (The one whom you exchange stares with at school events, football games, etc., usually just to talk about how lame your town/school is), the friend who you know will go to a casino with you at least once when you're seventysomething, the "older sibling" friend (where you are the little them), and the crazy as heck friend (who you do weird crap with, free of substance [honestly!]).
When you think about it, it's almost like the body of Christ. Perhaps God is showing me this weird analogy to try to remind me how we all need each other. Different parts of the body need the other parts. You can't run your fingers through your hair without hands. You can't turn around in class without a spine. You can't enjoy strawberry milkshakes without tastebuds and you can't listen with your mouth (they tell you that one in first grade). We're all humans, and we're all in need. Let's just drop it all and tell each other
I love you.

There'll be no nervous breakdown today.

Currently Listening to: The White Songbook Legacy Volume 1 by Joy Electric

This is probably one of my favorite albums. I am listening to the song "Sing Once For Me".

So I had a pretty interesting day today. It started out total crap. I ran late. I forgot my gloves and my discman (if you've ever been on a bus with a bunch of middleschoolers, you'd know how essential one of these things is). I got to school and had a crappy time in one of my favorite classes. I'm way behind. Way more than I should be. And this class is freaking easy! Afterwards, I went to gym class which is always terrible because of how much I get made fun of. We played some retarded game that involved underhand-passing a towel to every member of your team, and people dropped the towel right and left. Then of course, I just had to drop the darn thing, and it was the biggest freaking deal in the world. There is a boy in my gym class who I can't really get along with. His life revolves around sports and getting girls to like him, and being a turd about what everyone else does wrong.
Dude flipped out on me. Violently flipped out.
"ARE YOU RETARDED?!?!?! NOW THE OTHER TEAM GETS IT! WHY DO YOU FAIL AT THIS CLASS?!!?? WHY!?!"
Whatever happened to the saying "It's only a game"? I swear nobody knows what that means anymore. I mean, chill. It's just freaking gym class, and I didn't ask to be here anyhow.
I survived that class, anyway.

Then came the part of the day that I was dreading. I had to take this test in a subject that I don't exactly do well in. The teacher is aware that I'm not the brightest student. I go on lots of field trips for clubs and for my career interest. My teacher doesn't appreciate me missing his clas for them.
I'd been on a field trip the day before, missing the test. This was the test that was not just a test, but the test. This thing typically takes two days to take and is rumored to be harder than the final.
So I come in during the period before his class. I ask to take the test. He hands it to me and says good luck.
That's when my day got better, actually.
The test turned out to be easier than I thought. I managed to find at least something to write down for each problem. I got it done in a day. He gave me extra time to write a bunch of crap down to get bonus points. Nice guy.
Final block I got to watch a movie about nerds who gamble.
Freaking right.

Repeating repeating, I'm burnt out, burnt out on everything.

Currently Listening to: Fight The Tides - Sanctus Real and The Moon Is Down - Further Seems Forever

So I made this blog to say the things I couldn't say in those other blogs I have, because tons of people I know read them. It's time to take advantage of this new, anonymous blog.

I have this one friend. We're not as close as we used to be but I still love the kid to death. Well, I used to be, let's just say, really really good friends with this person. I loved them so much, and I thought it'd be nice to let them know they were special to me. I tried to be their best, yes, their best friend. Like a "more than friends" friend. I worked my freaking butt off, and then finally just gave up.
Now this kid (this kid is the least likely to do anything like it, not so attractive, not terribly popular) is skanky. And they're male. That's always weird looking. He always always is looking for attention from younger individuals. Waaayy younger individuals.

Goodness. Only the ONE AND ONLY can keep me sane right now. I have about fifty bajillion deadlines right now, and people tugging on each rod of my marionette strings telling me what I should do.

"Nothing in life matters except this project"
"You should devote all of your time into MY class"
"Don't you care about our band? Aren't you comitted?"
"We never get to hang out anymore."
"Clean your freaking room. It's been a mess since as long as I can remember. This should be taken care of before you do ANYTHING else."
Oh. My. Goodness. COME ON PEOPLE!! I mean I'm only human.
Okay.
First of all, it doesn't matter how much energy I put into your class, just that I pass it.
Second of all, this project is WAY BEYOND MY LEVEL. I'll just pick some night and do it, at least, the best I can.
You know, you had first dibs, because you called that day first, and you're my best friend.
But she is too.
And as for the room, well, nothing is going to die if I don't clean it instantly, so get over it.
You know, I can't just be all "work work work" all the time. I need to relax once in a while. I have not laughed -- And I don't just mean the giggle giggle kind of laugh or the snickery kind or even the pfft! kind of laughter, I mean seriously laughed out loud -- since that stupid task was given to me. I can't take your words of comfort because they're all "don't worry about anything at all (except this)." and "It'll be alright (If you work on this every night)"
DRIVING ME INSANE!

I can wait but I can't win

This is ludacris.
I am doing something that will affect the rest of my life for someone else, and you know what? They have the nerve to complain about how I am doing it. The person who said "Take your time, don't rush this" is now demanding that I go through with this right away. I just don't freaking get it. Thanksa-freaking-lot.
They're starting to get off of my back about it just now. At least improvement is starting to happen.

Turn round

Yesterday God completely shifted my day. It went from me feeling dreadful to me getting a terrible phone call about one of my friends (your prayers are welcome) to having the best time with a few friends. It's honestly amazing how He can do that.

On a random note, I am going to pick up the book All the Hits So Far By Bradley Hathaway. Freaking right.
I've decided that I'm going to post some of my photoshop artwork here soon.
Soon...

I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to

Be okay.






Please...

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Ah, look at all the lonely people

So it's a bit more than obvious that this is my first post.