Hm... Today's a day for prose.

These are the lies that I tell myself to get by.

Found out one too many things today. But no matter what, I'm still relieved that these certain weights have been lifted from my shoulders. Things are still quite volatile at the moment, but all of this is necessary.

Strings will be cut.

At some point during the video in Psychology, I got into a semi-sleeping mode where I apparently looked like I was convulsing every few minutes. Adrienne was even getting nervous because I wasn't answering her whenever she called to me. Regardless, I somehow managed to fully awaken with an odd sense of breathlessness. Hm.

And face firmly set upon face, he walked into the world.

Girl pants are definitely dress-code on me. Mainly because my man-hips can't keep said pants up above my waistline for more than five minutes. Apparently sis was half asleep when I asked her if I could borrow pants and that Incubus shirt today, so she was equally shocked as many around me in the morning.

It could just be the pants, but I felt extra flirty today. Stared straight at Carson during American Lit. I suspect that he's looking at something or other on my side of the room, but he's often looking in my direction if not directly at me. Sat on Mica's and Nick's laps during lunch. Yelled at Jake for "cheating" on me with Adam, followed by some bizarre tongue thing. Made obscene gestures to John who reciprocated till he freaked out a bit and stopped. Was about to hit on Mike, but thought better of it; that boy's confused enough as is.

And lastly, got molested by Casey briefly afterschool.

La belle indifference.

During Art, while trying to get a stapler to work, I accidently embedded one in my left palm. It hit an artery and bled for a good five seconds before abruptly shutting off. No more blood, but I had a nice pool in my palm till I wiped it clean with a tissue. Teacher Michaels got queasy when she saw and was more or less sick for the rest of the class.

I had a mind to drip it all into my sketchbook... erm, book.

Sometimes I can admit it.

But not at the moment.