I just finished watching The Reichenbach Fall episode of Sherlock and I cannot control my emotions and I’m crying and confused and I. Don’t. Understand. What. Happened.
My mother gave me the worst cold in the history of all illnesses. I can hardly breathe. I’ve been giving her accusatory glares every time I hack up a lung but I don’t think she’s been noticing.
Tucker and I.
Just came back from Bio SATs. I think it went well. Someone in the room was wearing perfume that smelled like bug spray and I think it rubbed off on me. There were four questions I had to wildly guess, but that shouldn’t bring my grade down too much.
I painted a picture today. I’m not really sure what it is or why it looks like that but it was fun.
I’ve been listening to Koyaanisqatsi by Philip Glass a lot. I watched forty-five minutes of the documentary before dying of boredom so I’m done with that but I love the music, particularly Pruit Igoe, Prophecies and Cloudscape. They’re beautiful songs, definitely check them out if you have the chance.
this is Tucker and I swear we’re not tangoing and I love him more than anything ever.
