It’s amazing what I do for track. I am amazingly almost ready to go to bed and it’s only 11:36 pm. I am almost doing work. Not only can I not go out on Friday nights, I try to do work on them. Hah. Not that I’m complaining, though. I really enjoy running track, and I really hope that I do well tomorrow. Hah, it’s actually still tomorrow and not later in the morning.
Currently. . .
Feeling » anxious
Wearing » PJs. And I love how they make me look skinny 🙂
Craving » A win in the meet tomorrow.
Wanting » A Nationals bid.
Talking » Nobody, but my roomie has been gabbing about her lab project (scientific lab stuff, blah blah) for the last hour at least.
Listening To » Really cool MP3s. Michelle Branch rocks. Why can’t I be like that?
Thinking » I have waay to much stuff to do this weekend, and this neuroscience book is waay to massive to take to the meet tomorrow. Even though I have to read about twenty chapters. Hmm. Maybe they’re short.
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Wondering: why don’t I have a boyfriend? Damnit, I know I’d be a wonderful girlfriend, why doesn’t anyone else? And I wonder if he’s looking at me more now?
please can you tell me, so I can finally see, where you go when you’re gone
you could be my someone, you could be my sea, you know I will protect you from all of the unclean, wonder what you’re doing, wonder where you are, there’s oceans in between us, but that’s not very far. . .