my grandma had a 10-pound tumor taken out of her today. cancer. everyone is getting cancer. it makes me tired..."youre up there with angels, you look like hell."
notre dame soils all days.
my eyes are so scratchy. like wool. not enough sleep. i feel achy. i don't think you care. i should be studying for a psych test. ugh.
i haven't been writing. ive been bad about that. i just don't think anything i have to say is worth putting up here. i just ramble.
everyone should read "the yellow wallpaper"...its a kickass story..i can't remember who wrote it. er, sorry.
here i go again.
rose lotion. makes me think of summer and bleached hair and chlorine. and orangina. and salt.
i feel like lying down for a long time. or breaking plates.
mood = fragile
music = a perfect circle
hey guys go to this sight - i worked on it about a yr. ago: getchy!. go to the painting stories one and "she slipped under the sofa" by sarah. hm..
