because i often say “this is bullshit.”
all day there has been a piece of skin hanging off of the roof of my mouth. i don’t mind it, really. it’s given me something to do.
i have spent the majority of tonight doing the following:
- feeling the roof of my mouth with my tongue
- being mildly pissed off
- sitting down
- standing up
- putting off my homework every ten minutes
- making a mental list of my favorite Ani Difranco songs
- asking my parents what their favorite curse words are*
i think i’ve decided not to enter VASE. i just don’t have any ideas. well, i do, but i feel like i stole them from somewhere. i don’t even think that i actually did, i just feel like they’re someone else’s ideas and not mine. like i must have seen them somewhere else and subconsciously kept them in my mind as my own. i have no proof of this, but i am somehow sure of it.
*my dad’s favorite curse word is bullshit, my mom’s are damn and shit. mine, if you are wondering, are goddamn and fuck.
