The same way I think of you.
This is a love song in my own way.
It is sometime in the afternoon on a fine March day. The 12th, to be exact. Wow, this month is going by kinda fast. It's Seussical's fault.
Yes, Seussical is over. Hard to believe, but I'm so glad. I thought I'd have a crapload of free time afterwards, but I'm chasing due dates with math assignments and art. Especially the art. But, back to Seussical. I was a Who and a fish. It was good times. Overly successful. Mr. Simply Amazing was there. I had a spazz attack, then used him as my focus point while on stage. Especially while singing lines like "anything's possible." That kind of stuff. The after party, the cast party, was good food and even better times. Oh, memories.
You ever feel like memories are what are keeping you going? Well, memories and friends and family.
Anyway, quick mention of Mr. Cutiepie. I have the, at times, overwhelming feeling it is mutual, or at least a lot more possible than I've been thinking. (: Oh, and Operation: Locker Heart? Quite possibly.
Now back to life.
I have my art work due for my art class. There's this self-portrait I haven't started painting. There's this research collage on an artist that I have to finish. Everything else I've done is mediocre. For math, there's this ridiculous assignment that supplements my hate for math this year. What sucks is that it ties into what I'm doing in physics right now. Neither of which I fully understand, so I'm pretty much screwed. What's strange is that I haven't cared about my grades in a while. I've considered handing in this project "late" [meaning no bonus points, but I'm prolly gonna shoot for the bonus points anyway]. I didn't study for the history quiz today, which somehow we didn't have...? English and history are tying together for what we're studying and reading, but I still don't care about the Russian Revolution other than to sit there in class, drawing on the graphic organizers the teacher so loves to make. I don't get physics, and I'm trying really hard to make an honest effort to, but I just don't care if I continue with my 80% streak on tests.
I think the only thing I've been consistent with is Theology. But that's Theology, the thing you have to make an effort to fail in.
I'm feeling out of it. When I get like this, food is the answer, but my gosh, do I need to play some tennis or something before I get fat. I really wanna play, but this weekend be my friend's party. Maybe Sunday? Monday is a day off too, but with everyone having BRAWL [fsck yeah, fought through the store and harsh a** winds to get it release night], there might just be gaming parties, not tennis days, for a while.
I want some food. I should take a shower. I have art and math to do. And 1984 to read. And physics to learn.
Always, always, always have something to do. But I never do it. It's a wonder I'm still on the honor roll. Inconsistencies though. Always.
I think I'll go finish this art while grabbing some food, take a shower, then do math. The teacher didn't even teach us what it's on.
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