The Nature of Being Ordinary.

Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton

I just woke up from a 6 hour nap.
My mom woke me up about 2 hours ago for dinner but I just fell back to sleep.
My stomach hurts, but I'm not hungry.
It's definitely the I-never-want-to-eat-again kind.
Now you know.

I'm anxious and nervous to move to my dad's (if I do).
It's a whole 6 months away & I'm already worrying.
Wait, new school year is 6 months away? Shit.
That's not very far.
16 weeks until the end of school. Maybe 15.

Changing schools is never easy and he said I would move to the one without all of my friends.
Not because he's an asshole, he just thinks the school is nicer.
Well... Whatever.
There's a possibility that a couple.. might.. be there.
Not losing faith!

My dream was weird.
All I can clearly remember is my dad dropping us off at my mom's house and he left and my mom goes, "Well, I guess me and Dad are getting back together." Like she had to.
It was the weirdest thing in the world.

It probably sparked from my dad saying, "If me and Mom were together, you really wouldn't have a choice to live away from your brother."
Jeez, I hope they don't.
That would be kind of disastrous.

I need to eat something, but I don't want to.
So, moving on.

I want new books to keep me occupied; the audio books are starting to get repetitive.
I love them, but new adventures would be awesome.
Reading (or listening) to books for the second time can always be expectant.

Today was normal.
I didn't get into my AP Psyche!
Lol, but that's OK, I kind of knew I wouldn't.
No sweat.
I might not even be here next year anyways to bask in it's glory.

Not much new happening - just a lot of raw emotion in my head.
Again I repeat: "Not much new happening."

Love & Miss You.