Full Frontal Nerdity

[	mood	|	vaguely queezy	]
[	music	|	I Can't Explain-The Who	]

When Colleen and I were walking to my car today, Ms. Likins, the principal, stopped us and said that a psychiatric patient had escaped from the veterans hospital and was expected to be in the area and was considered dangerous. I'm not sure why I found this hilarious, it's not terrible funny.

If I never play a game at Gellert Park again it'll be too soon. That was horrible. Whoever decided Astroturf is a good surface to play on was definitely a Sadist, I have the burn marks up and down my arms and legs to prove it.

Finally had the meeting with the art teacher from the evil empire. She insisted on splitting us up, and basically made us all feel terrible and completely unwilling to do artwork ever again. Eh, well, thanks Di and Alicia, for dragging me out to lunch.

I feel like there's a hole inside me, a giant empty space that's sucking up all the good feelings in me, and leaving nothing behind but the insecurities and doubts. I have these moments where everything feels okay, and then boom, I feel like crawling under my desk and hiding.

to whom it may concern . . .Well, there's always Savage Garden to get me through. This is going to sound incredibly cheesy, but that band was my rock when my dad and I were fighting our worst battles.

( I have absolutely no resistance to a man in Hugo Boss )