A Walking Habit With Haste

3:35 a.m. I'm pretty sure my sleeping pattern is fucked.

I got back a while ago from going to the movies with a couple of friends. I saw the new James Bond movie. I've never seen one, so I figured I should go. I was pretty impressed. It was cool. It was crazy to see such a huge theatre, instead of the little crappy ones in Tracy's mall.

This morning was hell. I stayed up all night, except for the 20 minutes prior to when I got up. I don't think I've ever been so tired. I took a hot shower and I'm almost positive I started dreaming in there. I went to class and hated pretty much anyone who showed any sign of a full night's sleep. I sat in my English class thinking about how ugly my teacher is, and if she's a bitch because there were probably no men who gave her any attention in her life.

*You don't deserve to be going through such a hard time right now. I hope you know things will be alright and that I'm here for you. I love you.*

Tonight I had another weird freak out about my parents getting old. I saw some guy in the theatre we were in with (what looked like) his father. The man was old and in a wheelchair. Thinking about how my parents are getting older scares me so much. And then I automatically feel like I don't appreciate them enough. Which is probably true. I just want them to know I love them I guess.

Writing positive lyrics is hard. Every attempt I've ever made at writing a "nice" song has been crappy. This time I'm going to just take my time.

So Skratch hasn't contacted me back AGAIN. I'm getting really sick of it.

I'm doing pretty bad in school. I'm actually really worried about it. I think I have to really focus or something. Blah.

I wonder what I'm going to do tomorrow.

People make me laugh.