there is nothing else

Today in the middle of the calculus test a spider magically appeared on my desk, approximately two inches away from my solar plexus. Naturally, I calmly vacated my seat, quietly and without causing any disruption whatsoever.

Pah. I said "spider" by way of explanation and apologized to the class. There were a few chuckles and I finished up. I guessed on quite a few.

I've settled on "Damien" for my Moshi pillow. For some reason Dmitri just didn't seem to fit...like, it was too foreign? Darien wasn't quite it either. Damien seems to stick, though. Tjotjog.

So I can't seem to shake this feeling that I'm being bullied. Badmin love? Chyeah. Bite me, fuckers.
I feel like I've invested so much in the past three years, and I'm being slighted.
Well, whatever. Life happens.

We're second semester seniors!
We keep saying that. I'm not sure why. There's a nice ring caused by the alliteration, but it doesn't change the fact that we still need to do all this crap. I miss government. Despite my grade in that class, I had a better understanding than these freaking graphs. Drives me up the wall.

It's funny how I turn to my blog for an ear sometimes. I suppose that's as good a reason as any for people to blog. Write. Sometimes all you need is for someone to listen at 3 AM. It's 3:36 and nobody's listening. I must be 36 minutes late, but I wouldn't have known who to call 36 minutes ago, anyhow.
I don't really write anymore. Blog. Write. There's a line.
I blog now instead of writing.
I'm saddened.

I'm glad you're here, though.