I had this extra credit thing for psychology due today where we had to talk about who we were and stuff and I basically just wrote all about not having a dad and my anxiety and being an atheist and not knowing what to do with my future. My teacher was really happy with it and thanked me for sharing and started talking to me about I should go into psychology. I dont know, that made me really happy. :)
I’m trying to decide if I can get away with writing this essay that’s due in fourth period in first and second. And if not how much it will ruin my grade. I am just not feeling it at all and I’m so dead tired.
I would sell both my ovaries and a kidney to see AnCo, local natives, cults, beach house, Matt and Kim, dirty projectors, seawolf, grizzly bear, passion pit, the xx, and Ed sharpe at one time, let alone Paul McCartney, bjork, cat power, Portugal the man, tmoe, and R Kelly. Damn. I need to go to Bonnaroo. DAMN.
It’s 1150 pm. I was falling asleep a moment ago, and right before I went under, I thought “Ron Paul could be the new pope.” THAT IS MY FREAKING URL AND I JUST NOW MADE THAT JOKE. That is an unacceptable amount of time. But anyway, I laughed really loud and woke up everyone in my house and texted ~Joey~