All I want to do is write about my life. I made this blog so I could more directly get my feelings out, and I can't do that at the present moment. But I compensate by writing to myself on paper. What a concept. That's what I do during class now. But then again, so is this. I'm in class right now, but technically I don't have a class right now, I'm just utilizing my school's technology because of my lack of internet at home, and I just lied to you. Was I saying something? Oh! I've also been compensating with obscure and inappropriate humor, and no one really knows what I'm talking about because I'm really not talking about anything I know anything about, but that's nothing to kill yourself over. Case and point.
It's a good thing I saw that rhino coming, because now we're making plans and developing better communication skills.
I'm on the verge of being totally incoherent, if I haven't already been. This was a bad idea. I need some paper I can be honest with.
