| josh is sulky.
silly girl.
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| So, here I am. Finals are looming, I can't concentrate on my work, life is silly, finals are looming, and here I am, listening to the National, talking to people, and if anything, i'm thinking about crawling into bed, and staring into my pillow until this all goes away.
dammit.
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| "Hullo, Xanga"
"Hullo, Josh"
"I've been gone a while"
"No. Really? I hadn't noticed. The a blog does fine with no blogger"
"Ya. I know. Facebook kind of replaced you. But I'm back, and more importantly, I still love you"
I'm in a really eh mood, and i'm not sure why. I suppose thats ::technically:: not true, but I should be over all that stuff by now, right? I mean, aside from my issues with those with two x chromosomes, I can't control the ultimate crap that is my APUSH final, the stupidity of math, the fact that i STILL can't do spanish, the messiness of my room, the pending doom of finals and of college aps and of senior year. How stupid is it that i'm always like this? Why can't i be happy, like no one else.
I mean......
I have no idea what I mean.
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