It's November, in case you somehow forgot,
and it's a very horrible feeling.
November.
Novem-
"New"
it isn't new, though,
This November,
It's just the same as October,
I'd venture September, too.
Today has been...
Peculiar.
It's 4,
And feels like 10 am.
I feel quite filthy,
Staying up until like, six,
And just sitting around in grunge
Until two.
I don't know how people do that
Day after day.
Just grunge out, I guess.
Makes me feel dead.
Dirty.
Sleepy.
And what do you know,
I'm procrastinating again.
Actually,
It's more of "giving up"
Than "procrastinating".
I made some essay revisions,
Printed it, stapled it, was done with it.
Voiceovers can be saved for tomorrow.
Anything else I meant to do,
I have forgotten about.
I just gave up.
Today is just grungy.
Mondays always are.
How on earth did hippies go without showering?
How?
I can't even fathom such an idea.
...
I want to say something.
But I don't want to brag.
But I just have to say it.
Final grade
83.13
B
I feel like I should say the typical "Someone's lookin' out for me" thing.
But no.
Because I worked my patoot off for that grade.
And I am damn proud of it.
Yes, DAMN proud.
Because it's a B.
And that's just fine with me.
I am content.
At least, grade-wise.
In reality,
My hands are so dry and cracked that I can;t hold a pencil,
My hair is all stringy an disgusting,
And tomorrow = school.
Not lovely,
Not lovely at all.
And before I leave,
(Because I've rambled way too much)
I am worried.
Worried that he shall find this blog
(This fear has been legitimized, by the way).
I also fear looking like a total idiot if I go
"Well, you know I have a blog, but please, don't you dare read it."
I am mildly distraught.
Mildly.
Ok.
Adieu, and things.
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