...Actually it's about 9.46 in the AM, and I, and fighting the urge to fall asleep at my desk. On the brightside, today is thursday. Thursdays are so slack, it makes not paying attention that much easier. It's been almost an hour since class was supposed to start, and the teacher isn't here yet.
C'Mon Millie, pick up the slack. We're all on time, so why aren't you. Ah, well... Millie being late is the least of my worries.
A dream journal is to be kept for next weeks project. A dream journal. I have really personal dreams. I don't wanna write about that shit. ! Hah. That's slightly a lie. The only dreams I ever remember are full of murder and devistation. Seriously. Those are the only dreams I have anymore... Well except for the rare few in which I'm blissfully happy. Those dreams I like. But alas, they've be few lately. And even still, there's no way I'm going to write about them and pass them into Branch-Rice. She doesn't need to know that.
Perhaps I'll write about fond memories at my elementary school. Which on one particular recess happens to be bombed by Hitler. When in the real world, this was a dream my sister had. She has crazy fun dreams. With all the stories she's told me about her dreams, I'm sure I could fill a book. I'd call it "What The Hell Are You Subconciously Thinking?" - A novel by B.
I've been thinking alot, I really like drawing. I think it's something I want to do. Perhaps an English major, with a side of Art History and Studio. Maybe the Reverse. Then do the photography on the side. Because what ever it is I choose to do, I'm going to have Photography in there. But the art, and the art history, are really intriguing me. Who knows?
brr. Sitting right beside the window was not one of the better ideas I've had. Definately not. There's no one here, everyone is absent. Well those who matter anyway. No one for Becky to socialize with. Boooooooooooo.
I feel the same, I'm on my way and I say things have changed for me, and that's okay.
♥ b.
Things are shaping up to be pretty. odd.
1 comment:
That novel would be a gracious follow to your brilliant first novel, "B-isexuality and-U, a novel by B"
We're sweeping the nation with our literary achievements.
Your third son will be named Bletro. Ah, cute little Bletro.
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