since it's been a year since i've written a journal, i figured the time has come for me to attempt another. and now i don't know what to say. wonderful. hmph. story of my life.
and so i sit here, staring at the lcd screen, listening to the buzzing of the computer... like a fly that has come to play a game of tag. unfortunately, i can't squash this one... unless the existence of the computer was of no importance. my old science teacher didn't seem to care for the feelings of the computers. wiping my watering eyes. was stressing over exams, but have come to simply accept them for what they are... and, at this point, not really caring what i'm going to do about them.
watched an interesting movie. the minority report. instead of writing my english paper. don't worry, it still got done... just quite late. painting class is so exciting. i love the piece i just did (will upload in about a week).
haha, i bet no one is even reading this right now. joy. like being in a room with people talking about anything, anyone other than listening to you... their lips moving without making sense, nonsensical noise spilling from the mocking mandibles. ceaseless like the roaring in your ears as your heart is focused on one forgotten.
flies.