so i'm blogging in computer skills class because i have nothing better to do because i finished all the lessons.

incorrectly, maybe, but i did finish them, and that's what matters in the long run.

i should probably only post one blog per day on this thing, but fuck it, there are a lot of things i should do.

i sure hope any of you that are reading this are at least getting some pleasure from living vicariously through my boring blogs and extensive vocabulary.

 

ma plans de cette apres-midi: hanging out with aaron at maple's until the 2:15 boat back to peaks, then getting ready for the dumb bum school talent show (no, i'm not in it. my only talents involve genitalia) with hannah.

 

i keep noticing weird things around school.

not like, halluncination-wise, or even noun-wise.

i mean like...

has anyone but me noticed how awkward school bathrooms are?

i mean, damn. whenever i go in there something's amiss. i hate being in that huge echoing room with one other stranger, just half-acknowledging them, but not really wanting to because you know you're both only in their to take a piss/shit so it's just empty air hanging in your face. and you never want to fart really fucking loud even when you need to because then the other person will laugh and then you dread coming out of the stall so the other person can see your face and associate it with that juicy fart and never forget it.

yeah.

maybe i've just done too many drugs.

i really miss SHaG.
sofi, hannah, and geneva.
it was the best thing that had ever happened to me in all my life.
when i get home today i will write, at length, about the people in my life and why i love/don't really love them so much.

so it's 6:30ish in the morning and i'm on peaks fucking island in the middle of casco bay off the coast of portland, maine.
why in hell? you ask. because i live here.
i'm talking to cormac brown and wanting to eat a bagel.
we're talking about unfunny jokes, such as the ones told to him by his guitar teacher about the middle ages and breakfast.
i have gym first block today, in which i will wear these really hideously short gray shorts. i've never worn shorts to gym before.

i think i'm going to stop being so self-conscious about what to write in this dumb blog because A) no one will read it no matter how riveting it really is, and B) it's making everything i write about sound stuffy and boring.

i want a cat named booger.

i don't understand how some people could think powdered milk could be a good idea.

i really wish i had more of a personality.