Something... But we don't know what.

*monday, march 18

Everyone says I should go to bed, because it's almost 2, but they also say I should update. Because my head is experiencing a strange sort of breathing-like sensation, I decided I would share it with you. I suppose that's what I get for staying up until 1.42am listening to 50s music. I don't think I ever want to hear Chubby Checker again (which is unfortunate, because i now understand why Giulia has been singing it all month: it's catchy as hell).

2.30 in the morning, my gas tank'll be empty soon. Neon sign on the horizon rubbing elbows with the moon.

Remember the song lyrics I used to ALWAys shove there? Yeah, that's right. Maybe I can bring it back. So, Mexico. Everyone wants me to say something other than "it was good." Which it was, by the way. But it was the same situation as with France (although Mexico was only about 1/8th as enjoyable), in that I can't accurately describe what went on... It was a vacation! Haven't you ever been on one? The only difference is that we came back some 12 odd hours before school started, which BLEW. Plus this media video I had to do alllll today. Stupid media. I actually hate that goddamn course. It's like everything you could learn from any of the better courses (eg. 11 english or Ancient Civs) but stupider and marked badly. Maybe that's because my teacher is a moron. Well... it's really of no importance. I think the video turned out well. So... com'on, baby: let's do the twist.

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