victormakesart | (no subject)

Warm drinks seem to help a little bit.

I'm leading the class discussion on Friday.

I failed my first quiz. With a zero. Because I didn't have the textbook and I only made copies for the first week and he wasn't following the syllabus that he gave us anyway. This is Not Happy. I'll be writing a summary of the story because I feel guilty.

Speaking of guilty, mom told me that Joey was disappointed in me a few days ago. I don't like that. One, because I don't like people being disappointed in me. I try to avoid that. Two, because Joey's the only one in my born-family whose opinion I truly value. Wow, that sounds callous. She said it's because of the way I've been talking to her, or some other such thing. Whatever. I've chosen not to believe her, but that still hurts pretty bad.

Geology tomorrow, heaven help me to stay awake and not be stupid.

I need more Warm. Sitting out in the sun also helps a little, but the sun has gone down and the world is reduced to shivers. The winter will be difficult.

The city smells of rotting plants and rubber and hot metal.

I'm frightened to look at the street, on the chance that I'll see a dead-thing.

I've found white feathers on my sweatshirt. I don't understand.

Two black birds nearly flew into me. I don't understand.