a quiet song

almost there.

i cleaned up my room a little bit. i threw some things away that needed to be thrown out.
there are muscles in my legs i swear i never knew existed.
i just watched ten minutes of gay black men vogueing.

i like hot chocolate. i'm sleepy. i complain a lot. i should stop doing that.
i should also be napping.

i've realized that a very large reason why i hate going to school is because i hate waiting outside of stevenson for the second bus. it's so cold. being cold is lame.

as brent put it, this year is going incredibly fast, and yet we all feel like we're gonna die. hm.

i wonder what it'd be like to be a bird. then i'd be set for life.