kelland

I want to be: Niave enough to ignore the difference. Weak enough to speak on your behalf. Bold enough to break you apart. Sly enough to go unnoticed. Flaming when you leave the room. High and dry and strung-out. Helpless and needy and begging. Indifferent in your persuasion. Cloudy when confronted. Vague to a certain extent. Meaningless and trite in all efforts. Untidy and dissheveled in appearance. Living in anarchy. Eating myself from the inside out. Down and out and speechless yet again.



I finally uploaded those pictures from last weekend. Check it if you so desire.

Projects and tests and stomach aches and headaches and shit, did I leave my fucking Algebra 2 notes in my locker? The children I tutor do not give me a sense of purpose. I don't really think I'm aiding their learning at all and they don't really think I'm a very nice person. Maybe we're both wrong, but it's unlikely.

Burn down the disco. Hang the blessed DJ.

I am bored with the way I look. This happens almost every year at the start of winter and at the start of spring. The falling and inevitable melting of snows conjures some inner restlessness. I need to go thrift shopping and pick up some more sweaters and long-sleeved tops. I need to do something with my bland hairstyle. I need to focus more on taking in adequate nutrition.

It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then there's a free eye.