sadiemae

i love when i come home and my kitties are just chillin' on my bed. they love me.

so...i almost didn't get myself outta bed this morning for my math test. i was certain i was to fail it, being that i didn't study like the amazing student i should be. but after mentally battling myself (stay in bed, no, guilt guilt guilt, go take your test!), i rolled over to the school thinking 'BFD, i can just see if i remember any of the stuff from earlier.' and lucky i took my own advice (for once), because my test was like a fat chocolate cake with fudge frosting and strawberry ice cream.

yesterday was a bit trippy. i woke up with a hankering for elliot smith, and elliot smith only. i even posted his pic and some of his lyrics up on my journal. i burned a cd and titled it 'i hate my heart and my soul--- halfhearted victory songs by elliot smith' so i could listen to it in the car and just cry a lot. after my whole day of elliot, i came home to check if anyone had commented on my journal, and i found that synnove simply wrote 'has it been a year already?', in reply to my elliot smith shrine journal. holy fuck, long story short, yesterday to the t was the date that he killed himself. and that just tripped me out because he was on my mind, in my ears, all day. like he was haunting me. so yeah. it felt cool.