Today for roughly 55 minutes I completely lost my mind.
7th hour I was tired, and that’s not a class I can sleep in.
So I pretty much started dreaming anyways and was just tripping balls the size of houses.
So here I am sitting in geometry thinking my face is melting, that I’m portionally Barack Obama, and that while I was in this state saw images of my classmates with guns that shot skittles, having a party.
And Id look down at my boots, not see them, look for my leg and see the ground, think it’s a ballet slipper I’m wearing and sits back up.
At the same time I’m counting. I’m just counting, I thought it would be fun or something to just count I don’t even remember.
My brother was talking about houses he really likes and it makes me sad. I don’t want him to leave. I know he’s like a grown man and all but its really hard for me to readjust to him not being the next room over and always coming home every night. Gah sulk sulk.
“What sound do koalas make”
“and no one ever talks to lemmiwinks’ brother, wikilinks”
“affects of drinking blood”
“how to say grandmother in Irish”
To name a few.