You know I’ve been focused when too many school related sites are in my Top Sites list. So sad.

[ ] being able to change that answer from 10^-4 to 10^6 (don’t you hate realizing you bubbled the wrong answer, ten seconds after handing in the scantron?)
[ ] having the philosophy final be exactly from the practice final
[ ] going home, right now

Sunday Morning: No Doubt: Tragic Kingdom

This was the best song of the show. I really should play it every Sunday morning, because I can’t help but what to get up and dance around. I love it.

Because it’s so hard to make you smile or laugh, I feel so successful and am utterly delighted when I do.

Before this she bravoed my introduction on my last paper.

I wonder if she knows how accomplished/capable/amazing these little compliments make me feel.

senait13:

If you are following me. Then I hope you read this but I am pretty sure you won’t because you follow many people from what I remember. Towards the end of last year when you would occasionally emerge from your room I would see you on tumblr with an endless list of pictures, quotes, and videos all from people you were following. But anyway, I am writing to say I recently realized I miss you but you probably don’t believe me or feel the same way. I was looking at your recent posts and saw you had a videoclip of an scene of and episode of Sister, Sister. In the scene Tamera is singing “I’m Going Down.” At the sound of this song I began to cry. I honestly, for the first time since you left, cried. You and I have both sang this song on random days while doing our homework or washing the dishes or riding in the car. It was just one of those belt-it-out songs. I cried and I’m still crying because your my older sister and I miss you, Amira. I’m sorry for not saying bye when you left and I’m sorry for not saying bye on Veteran’s Day. Based on our relationship for the past sixteen years I’m not sure you miss me, but then again I never thought I’d be crying over my grown-up sister over Tumblr. If you miss me or not I would like you to text me when you read this. Just so I know that you did. I’ll see you next Wednesday Mirrie. Love Alyssa.

I was noting some reading for class and realized I could sit my pen and highlighter on two of my belly rolls.

This can’t be good.

DO YOU REMEMBER THIS GUY? I sure as hell do! I remember when he left everyone thought something terrible happened. All of us elementary kids talked about suicide and drug overdose - only something completely drastic could have separated Joe and Blue.

Turns out he just wanted to sing.

There was this guy named Sergio in one of my classes. He was always kind of weird … wore tight pants that made him walk funny … or his pants looked tight because he walked funny - something like that. You could tell his family hadn’t lived here long and that he didn’t have the Americanized family at home.

Quarters after taking that class we saw Sergio again. He was fat. He got a lot rounder. When we saw him he was scuffling his way to a taco booth. Not to say that Sergio is a chronic eater or comforts himself with food, but he let it get to him.

I’m afraid of becoming Sergio.

I hate that I don’t go to school with my friends anymore. They were the reason I survived high school. They knew all my fears and celebrated my successes because they knew them. They understood my everyday without trying. They were there for it. And now that they aren’t … I feel really alone.