Running with Scissors

o my
wat a day, wat a day
worked straight thru lunch and free, so i was starving thru vb practice
where we heard naoto yelling at us to "get busy" for 2 hours
then bus ride was cold because i forgot a sweater but i love the cold so it didnt matter
i'm in a bangles mood today
i feel like its thursday, but really its just monday and it felt really really long
brazillian dancers came to skool today for assembly
ever wonder why when theres a small number of people on stage, like 2 or 3 your mind always picks out which one is the best, the most skilled at what their doing, well thats wat happened and the dancer who wasnt the most graceful knew she wasnt and that made it kinda depressing.
i'm babbling again arent i?
i think i brought up the dancers because i wish i could dance like that
i also wish for a pony, but we cant always have the things we wish for.

well incidentally, reading Running with Scissors, again.
really good, again.

my hair is still curly and brown and i wish it were straight and blonde and beautiful
i wish i were taller and skinnier and my hips werent so big
and my smile werent so forced or hands so tiny.
i wish i were infinite and normal
but i cant be either
so i better get used to to it the way things are.