SO very tired. Went to bed at about 3. Went to sleep at about 5. Woke up every fifteen minutes or so.
Someone stared when I walked into the band hall. I think he forgot I had legs. (I've never worn a skirt above mid-calf length to school before this year, and this one stops at about my knees or just above) What, maybe he figured I get around on a pogo stick or something.
Squish, I'll pick you up (I will stuff Robert in the very back if I have to. Eh, maybe tie him to the roof) and I'm bringin' you a sammich. I don't think I can keep ye this afternoon, but at least you'll get sammich. Everybody loves sammiches. I enjoy the word 'sammich'. Allow me this small, simple pleasure, will you? VIVA LA SAMMICH.
I need to read the rest of Hamlet, Act III, scene i and ii. Bah. That's what homeroom is for.
I didn't practice for the chair test. Hell, I didn't even bring my clarinet to school. I don't care anymore. And if the directors ask, I will tell them as much.
Couldn't sleep last night, my ears were ringing in my head
Best friends with the boogeyman - I might be better off here, dead.
Running on empty once again, too tired for tears I dread
Sink deep to those magic dreams as I blast off in my bed...
- Sugarcult, 'I changed my name'
It's always a little eerie when song lyrics echo life