i’m tired.

i say that a lot.

i need sleep. my brain needs a break. it runs non-stop. my thoughts move through my head so fast that i can’t rest for a moment without getting distracted by a new thought. and i keep thinking that i’m forgetting something. i feel as if i’m going crazy. i’m wound up too tight.

i want to sit under a tree and have a picnic. take a nap on a one of those big blankets in the shade. and for once, just relax.

feeling poetic

poetry is amazing. analyzing so many stanzas of poetry in AP lit has opened me up to a new aspect of the english language. it feels as if i never really knew english until now. a poem is almost like a puzzle that you have to decode line by line. i love the imagery, the use of words, the sound, and the rhythm.

but don’t ask me to write poetry. i can’t do that.

AIM is addicting

it eats up all my time.

AIM, i’m breaking up with you.

RAVE// i’m finally done with band council sweatshirts.

RANT// i’ve been having so many headaches.