6:01am Saturday, September 20
It's fucking Saturday at six am. Why am I awake? Because I blacked out I guess last night and I don't know how I got in my bed. So, I wake up strangely at 5:45am and start searching for my phone. I'm still wondering how I got in my bed. And I don't get it. If I had put myself in my bed, I'd be naked. I always sleep in the nude. I'm in pajamas. WTF? I finally find my phone after a fifteen minute house search in semi darkness. This is bullshit. My phone was in my bed the whole time. Why did I suddenly black out? I don't remember anything after my mom's enchiladas for dinner.
And let's not forget how awkward I was with R during art this last Friday morning. I could barely talk, partly because I felt extremely ill from my cold and partly from my own awkward nerves. He was just giving me this twinkly eye look, and I really couldn't focus. I just don't understand. Ugh. Why did he choose me as his partner??? I can't look a gift horse in the mouth, but I really want to know.
Speaking of bright eyed Germans, I had this crazy dream that Cara and I were at this lake up in the Cascades. We were eating an eel that a fisherman gave us, but then it made our mouths turn black with ink. I started spitting it out and I woke up with drool all over my mouth. Yikesss
6:20pm
Do you ever just feel up your ear? Feels great am I right? Just rubbing it. I'm a big weirdo...
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Satan School of Sophomores
Εφηβική ΦαντασίαA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
