Life, etc.
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xaaraThis is an "I should really be writing but I'm not so I'm going to come and write random things here instead" post. This is also an "I really want to be writing but my brain's not cooperating so I'll just come and ramble here instead" post.
Maybe I need to start sleeping occasionally.
In local news: a random guy tried to get my phone number on the Metro (I mean, shameless much?); I walked almost a mile in very uncomfortable shoes and have blisters to show for it; I drank a humongous ice tea and was completely buzzing on caffeine for almost two hours afterward; a little kid mistook me for his mother in the museum and went into hysterics when I wasn't above-mentioned female (crisis was averted after I helped him find his mom); I thought about signing onto IM but then decided not to because I don't really feel like talking (not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just that I don't want to be distracted from what I'm not doing); I missed Ali because his boss is anal and won't let me come up to the photo lab; I learned more than anyone would ever want to know about Megalopteran larvae; I tried in vain to get the random classes like Video Editing and Intro to Webpage Design off my schedule.
I realized about halfway through the attempted schedule change that I hate high school. I mean, I hate it, with a passion. I've had so much of my time utterly wasted by high school teachers and administrators that I could have learned the material for four classes in the time designated to study for two. I can't wait to graduate.
So, yeah, kinda lousy day. Tomorrow: Itzhak Perlman plays Bruch violin concerto 1 at Wolftrap. That has to be better than another twenty-four hours of sheer monotony.
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A/N: Yeah, the last line is ripped off, but I could imagine Spike and Dawn having the same dreams about that night, so I stole it for both of them to use.
Dawn&Spike
She wasn't supposed to die. It was supposed to be me. They wanted me, but all I could do is screw up because that's what I always do.
Fail.
Because there was screaming wind loud noise big evil, and all I wanted was to curl up tight and scream back but I couldn't stop it, and then there was just whitepaindeath and oh God.
And I could've stopped it.
I failed. And I crawl into bed to sleep because sometimes when I dream it's okay.
Sometimes I die, but they don't miss me as much.
Every night I save her.
Maybe I need to start sleeping occasionally.
In local news: a random guy tried to get my phone number on the Metro (I mean, shameless much?); I walked almost a mile in very uncomfortable shoes and have blisters to show for it; I drank a humongous ice tea and was completely buzzing on caffeine for almost two hours afterward; a little kid mistook me for his mother in the museum and went into hysterics when I wasn't above-mentioned female (crisis was averted after I helped him find his mom); I thought about signing onto IM but then decided not to because I don't really feel like talking (not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just that I don't want to be distracted from what I'm not doing); I missed Ali because his boss is anal and won't let me come up to the photo lab; I learned more than anyone would ever want to know about Megalopteran larvae; I tried in vain to get the random classes like Video Editing and Intro to Webpage Design off my schedule.
I realized about halfway through the attempted schedule change that I hate high school. I mean, I hate it, with a passion. I've had so much of my time utterly wasted by high school teachers and administrators that I could have learned the material for four classes in the time designated to study for two. I can't wait to graduate.
So, yeah, kinda lousy day. Tomorrow: Itzhak Perlman plays Bruch violin concerto 1 at Wolftrap. That has to be better than another twenty-four hours of sheer monotony.
<<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>>
A/N: Yeah, the last line is ripped off, but I could imagine Spike and Dawn having the same dreams about that night, so I stole it for both of them to use.
Dawn&Spike
She wasn't supposed to die. It was supposed to be me. They wanted me, but all I could do is screw up because that's what I always do.
Fail.
Because there was screaming wind loud noise big evil, and all I wanted was to curl up tight and scream back but I couldn't stop it, and then there was just whitepaindeath and oh God.
And I could've stopped it.
I failed. And I crawl into bed to sleep because sometimes when I dream it's okay.
Sometimes I die, but they don't miss me as much.
Every night I save her.
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!!!
Date: 2004-08-08 01:21 am (UTC)<---is a violinist
<---is strange
Don't mind me. ^^ In any case, hang in there. I find myself rambling on too much for my own good and my writing has deteriorated. I feel terrible.
Re: !!!
Date: 2004-08-09 03:58 am (UTC)Rambling helps clear the brain. Feel better!