For some reason I'm not glad that it's the weekend.
I want to be at school.
I think it's because I'm sick, and that at home I have nothing to do,
and I was supposed to go to white rock tonight and loosen up but I couldn't, so I'm trapped at home with my thoughts, and that never ends well. It never ends pretty, either.
I watched this movie, Franklyn, and it's fucking awesome.
A little Donnie Darko-ish, and anything with rain and pyschiatrists always gets me. Plus Ryan Philippe, in a mask. (which he takes off...)
anyways, I'm lonely, I guess.
I think I'm going to write.