theft without a trace

ahh, highschool. such a glorious place. i was lucky enough to be robbed today. in all seriousness, some darling little girls thought themselves clever to go through my purse in the locker room and steal all my money. every penny i had to my name was in my wallet. and they were kind enough to leave me a quarter. idiots. i wasnt the only one they stole from during my gym period either. ridiculous i swear. whos to say that money was not meant for something significant? a dollar has significance in my eyes, so losing my babysitting money.. that hit hard. i was so angry. ugh.

i just want some form of justification, its not right. lowlifes.

anyway, on a lighter note…this song saved me on my way home > > >

so pretty, something about it reminds me of interpol. which is a major plus for them. i love interpol more than the air i breathe on occassion. and im not going to lie, i still love blink one eighty two, and boxcar racer. i always will, guilty pleasure i suppose. 😉

my sleep patterns have been relatively out of wack as of recently. for instance, last night (or rather ‘earlier this morning’) i went to sleep at 4am, and awoke sometime before 6 am, so i was running on something like 2 hours. i came home and passed out today for 2 hours, and so here it is 10:19 pm and my eyelids are already getting heavy.

i would kick my own ass for that if i werent so tired.

oh, good news. my photographs of savannah are the front and back cover of Calliope, the literary arts magazine for my school. nothing big, but it made me happy. i entered several things along the lines of poetry and what have you, but the half-wits who decide what is what couldnt "understand" what my things were about, or if they believed they did it was bad and not school appropriate. so what if there was a poem about blowing coke, they all thought it was about someone in a coma or the hospital somehow. christ. people either light me up and make me glow, or numb me out, and make me sad, moreso for them than for myself having to deal with them.

but hey . . . ignorance is bliss right? so everyone can go on smiling it up in their oblivion.

christina and i colaborated on the board. her muffins were cute…

im through for the night i suppose.

sweet dreams dears.

love.love