there are dead flowers on my windowsill
bloody toothpaste on my fingers.
we learned about sonnets and their kooky rhyme schemes in kirshner's class today, I think I want to try my hand at one when I have time. also, Kirsh has laryngitis, so Comp is now being conducted is whispers.
in about two hours, as it starts to get light out, my mom's going to come downstairs and yell at me for not sleeping. she's leaving for Aunt Maddy's funeral tomorrow, coming back friday night. I want to go with her, but the quarter ends friday and I have too much to do. ::sigh:: C'est la vie. fuck. I still have a french project to do.
in an email I got today:
"3. Everything will be okay."
let's hope so, shall we?
Posted by samantha at April 15, 2004 03:33 AM