LINNAEUS! I should've known...

wind is whipping outside right now, mixing with the rain and producing a nasty little concoction of danger!. Not safe for driving. if it was a little more forgiving, we could've gone to Chili's. maybe i might have gotten that... what did I get again? beside the point. it would've at least broken up this monotony (did she go out? yeah she went off the deck). i haven't left the house in two days, and i was planning on breaking that up, but still i'm here, passing more hours idly in front of a computer. staring... song's in the works. still need to get going on those lyrics though. also need to finish up you look like a freemason by the end of vacation. should also get on that chemistry homework you've somehow managed to put off. buffers. who needs 'em, right? determine the pH from the molarity, 5% rule... or whatever. it's been so long that you don't even know what the problems are like. (ha, ma. grammy said that american idol's on tonight, they're eliminating 4 people...) you also said you'd study for your APs, you dirty slacker. find the definite integral, the kitchen cabinet, thermodynamic properties, calligative properties, kris allen. generic mainstream pap raging on my television screen. rage, rage against the dying of the light. the dying of mainstream music.

was that... dylan thomas? or some other irish poet. DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. huck finn. american literature. should i finish learning about the adventures of huckleberry finn or should i just sparknote the shit out of it? i know that nothing much happens. Huck probably saves Jim, Jim probably finds freedom. The duke and the dauphin. Looy the sixteenth. Shet de do'.

*cough! cough! cough!* take some decongestant, as much as the last dose didn't work. (yeah. i think it was the right choice. well obviously other people did too.) i never make eye contact with her when i try talking to her. (SEE L.A!. i really want to... *muffled voices*) i should really work on that, it's my mother for fuck's sake. you don't pay attention to your own mother when she's talking to you? avert your gaze. make eye contact. talk. communicate. it's what you were born to do. you're only gonna be in this house for so much longer, get your head out of the clouds and make conversation. not just with your mom who's been desperately trying to talk to you, who's lonely at the moment because she's not on the phone and we're the only two people in the house, who's not watching american idol like she usually does. she just wants to talk. look up now. stop typing. now.