2006-11-11
Findley
I am so tired. I want to go to bed. I need to work on my essay. I'm very scared about not getting it done on time. Seriously. I always say this, but seriously.
I have a funny light feeling in my head, like I need to be outside, like I need to be in the cold. Like I need a slap across my face. I wonder what I am trying to run away from.
Today, me and Darcy studied in Tim Horton's for a few hours. In the morning, I wrote a bit on my paper, and did laundry. Mostly, I waited for the morning to pass. It feels like that is what I do now. Write essays: thoughts that blend into paragraph. Ideas that blend into a thesis. Maybe I think it's true, maybe I don't.
It is very dry here. My body rebels. I have eczema over so much of my body. SO sexy. Parts of my chest, my stomach, my legs. My lips crack at the sides. Partially because I am spoiled, I am very sad that my almost-always perfect skin isn't perfect this week. Oh no. No one will notice but I will look lacklustre tomorrow.
I am dim and dull, mentally and physically. That's what I get for taking a vitamin.
Back to findley...
Maybe another day I can add something deep about the quote I am to write on, "Every Generation has a war". I agree. I don't agree that it's the conventional guns and army war, however.
I seriously believe our generation's war is to stay alive. Love each other. Fight against what ever is out there that makes us want to kill each other.
So tired I can't see straight.
suzza at 9:15 p.m.