funny, don'tcha think?

sometimes, when you let things get to your heart (not your mind, when you can still process things, or your stomach which can digest and see what it likes and what it'll discard.) they are the very things that, once taken away, leaves you like a balloon without anymore air inside it. hollow, deflated and utterly bored of everything in the world.

now, I cling to FF.Net, which hasn't lost all its charms, thankfully. it shall continue to be the one constant in the ever-changing life. oh, how utterly melodramatic.

also, I think back to all the times I used to be all swoony and happy and could watch Juno and laugh and laugh and laugh and take notes because it would help me do better for _____. I shall not say it. I cannot. I should not. I will not.

we did our best, but that doesn't mean that it's good enough. and that's what hurts.

should I have been better? that's something I'll consider for the rest of my life with contempt and just the slightest pinch of wry laughter.

in other news, anne's geography pt is calling her for it is not done and anne should go get her mother's swimming cap from the ____ corner and her thumbdrive from class tomorrow.

yes, indeedy.

(but help you will needy)