cimorene

feel less missage of absent people on the phone even if nothing is being said. such is not necessarily the case with an open chat window in which nothing's being said--no background noise. they could've just as well walked away and left the computer. you don't know. oh, for a phone with free long-distance (not that aubry's could call finland).

i'm feeling small and rather unhappy and blah and uncomfortable. thursday a logic exam and wednesday twenty pages due. am just so listless, though--damn, when i call the shrink tomorrow morning, he'll probably make me cut back the anti-anxiety meds again. they're keeping back the anxiety and still depressing. fantastic.

the logic text is actually fun to read, but studying is another thing. also, the part i've had trouble with is the natural system and, well, that's the part not in the text. i've a handout somewhere. bleh. i suck, suck at it, too. dammit. will have to email the cute gay (?) professor of DOOM. no work next thursday! time to pack. my room is filled to the brim, practically, with dirty clothes, my desk is littered with kleenex (my box is empty, and i'm nearly out of the little portable bag). my tiara and the golden snitch are lying here looking sad. and my cheek and my eye and the edge of my jaw are itching in that random prickly way that goes away if you move your hand to scratch them.

this town is a song about you
you don't know how lucky you are
you don't know how much i adore you
you are the welcoming back from the ocean