so band aids can care. what the hell, i was gonna do stuff tonight, but i got caught up on my studying. tests tomrrow can blow me, as soon as thursday’s over, i got like a 2 week break. well, kinda. chanta is screaming next door. its kinda distracting, it completely derailed my train of though….derealed. i almost typed it and realized i should leave it there. its much more fascinating. stupid blood thinning drugs, i’ll show them who’s boss.

take that!
and that!

bring me a jacket its cold, and i can’ stand to be cold, the cold makes me weak and feebled and unworthy of the warmth that is life.

ringle jingle jangle

fucking music. i gotta set aside tiem to play my violin, i remember when i was playing like at least a half hour 5 days a week, and that dwindled down to a half hour a day at school…but shit, i’m so busy and then when i want to its too late, or so i think. i just need a half hour….soon. my right brain gets neglected, it needs more music.

when my parents come up, its always cool. they feed me good, and i enjoy talking witht hem for a bit, its nice to see that just hanging around with me can make them so happy.

bring these tests tomrrow, i am wudar, and rad rolled into a ball of super-condensed radness that is ultra concentrated and super-saturated with a permeating sense of intense radarangledarness, with a wafting aromatic grandness that can only acompany the radness that is truly wudar, in the most rad sense.

wudar…its not just for breakfast anymore.