they will see us waving from suchgreatheights
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
it seems like im always blogging in shawn's class. just because, im bored most of the time.
it's post cny and it feels gay to be coming back to school at 830am in the morning. and there are not many people in class. i am dead beat and just wanna go back and lie down like a slob. first, a swim, a nice tan perhaps and generally be a bum.i love this life.
or not.
the break wasn't all that great.as i had expected, sitting around and trying to make small talk was all very tiring and trying at the same time.it's like a perpetual battle of smiles and such.plus i had a big fallout with my parents, same old, nothing new. and im trying my best to let it all go. but i cant. im sick of this shit. i hardly see my brother, and i dont even get to talk to him. i have no one to share my hopes and my dreams with. i cannot function like this anymore, like a vacant soul just wondering day to day. i thought i could, but maybe i was wrong.i wished i was more connected with the world, with others, to be able to let them know that this is me, that i am human too. that like others, i have the same aspirations, dreams and hopes. i wished i could live a day, standing outside of me and watch me. would i be intrigued? or would i be bored to death by the very sight of me? perhaps. perhaps a little of both. i don't know. i just remembered crying, in the dark.
our lesson's all the way to 230, but im gonna leave early. cant take this shit.
on a less depressing note, we're going to bangkok! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
aces. i totally could do with the break. bangkok, bangkok.
ive been havin odd dreams of late. very odd. and not in a good way. it echoes the palpable loneliness, like a ringing siren that is blaring itself and it wont stop. it's tiring. it's almost too tiring for me to bear any longer. the dreams, these dreams, those dreams. reality or not, who could tell.
it's post cny and it feels gay to be coming back to school at 830am in the morning. and there are not many people in class. i am dead beat and just wanna go back and lie down like a slob. first, a swim, a nice tan perhaps and generally be a bum.i love this life.
or not.
the break wasn't all that great.as i had expected, sitting around and trying to make small talk was all very tiring and trying at the same time.it's like a perpetual battle of smiles and such.plus i had a big fallout with my parents, same old, nothing new. and im trying my best to let it all go. but i cant. im sick of this shit. i hardly see my brother, and i dont even get to talk to him. i have no one to share my hopes and my dreams with. i cannot function like this anymore, like a vacant soul just wondering day to day. i thought i could, but maybe i was wrong.i wished i was more connected with the world, with others, to be able to let them know that this is me, that i am human too. that like others, i have the same aspirations, dreams and hopes. i wished i could live a day, standing outside of me and watch me. would i be intrigued? or would i be bored to death by the very sight of me? perhaps. perhaps a little of both. i don't know. i just remembered crying, in the dark.
our lesson's all the way to 230, but im gonna leave early. cant take this shit.
on a less depressing note, we're going to bangkok! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
aces. i totally could do with the break. bangkok, bangkok.
ive been havin odd dreams of late. very odd. and not in a good way. it echoes the palpable loneliness, like a ringing siren that is blaring itself and it wont stop. it's tiring. it's almost too tiring for me to bear any longer. the dreams, these dreams, those dreams. reality or not, who could tell.
posted by jo # 10:06 AM 