I ignore. It’s summer and everything is so fucked it makes me laugh. School soon though- I’ll straighten my life out soon.

On a different note, I made a high waisted skirt this morning out of an old pair of yoga pants. Electric blue. Bam.

it’s 9h48.  i don’t even really know what to say right now.   i have had the weirdest day.

yesterday while i was at the my brother and sister’s band concert, i was called to sub for my 7th grade english teacher for both today and monday.  i had 5 sections of around 15 students each, none of which gave me any real problems.  i was also put on “lunch duty,” during which i had to go down to the cafeteria and look important and authoritative.  that didn’t work out too well.  i don’t feel bad.

i left with the migraine of the century. i don’t know what has been going on lately, but they have not been as scarce as i would like.  it is exhausting, and i don’t function for hours after i come off of one.  don’t even think about talking to me when i have one. 

i slept from 2 until around 7.  that will only feed my insomnia.

i don’t know what is in store for tomorrow, really.  i suppose we’ll see.  i kind of want to go to wegmans.  we were just there, but generally speaking, i can’t get enough of that place.  i do sort of feel like i had plans, but that could just be me being paranoid.

i need to figure out what’s going on for my dance performance on the 12th.  videos will follow :)

i think i’ll have some chai.

• remember to put on bug spray before taking late night walks

• read alice in wonderland
• set a medication alarm on my phone
• buy a book about african geography to get a head start on my seminar for next semester
• wash and dry my new yoga pants from h&m to see if i can get them to shrink (that’s what i get for not trying on)

• sleep more

fin de semestre.  grande sensation de soulagement. 

pour moi on ne sait jamais ce que l’été va apporter.  il y aura toujours du travail monotone et nécessaire qui va me suivre où que je sois, des jours où les heures vont sembler plus longues que les jours qui les ont précédées et des situations où j’aurai l’impression qu’on est tous en train de gaspiller le temps. où que je sois, des gens qui me confondent jusqu’un point incompréhensible vont me trouver.  je vais toujours être stoïcienne.

mais, même si ça me tue, je vais trouver quelque chose de différent pendant ces trois mois qui viennent. 

même si ça me tue.