And I made it out alive! Day 4 of Hell Week has passed, and I am about to luxuriously partake in reading smutty fanfiction as my reward for my victories today. As you know, my 10 minute speech and AP Exam were today. Though I don't know my grades for either yet, I know I did well. My speech made people laugh, which was the focus, and I had numerous of my comrades vote for me for Speaker of the Day. My only fear is that I glanced at my script too much. At 12 I started my exam, and I found it surprisingly easy. I finished 30 minutes ago, and I'm exhausted, so after this post I am headed to the comfort of my bed, whom I have had intimate relations with very sparsely this week.
Tomorrow I have my Organic Chemistry test and Chapter 11 test in Algebra II.
Enough of school.
Yesterday evening, I fell in love with Allen Ginsberg. I have always really admired/appreciated his poetry, and have been a huge fan, but it's become frightening how much I like him. I listened to him read his poems over and over, and the more I listened to America the more I felt this feeling for Ginsberg and it's indescribable but I physically felt a Thing. And then of course I started to brood over the fact that he is dead, and I'll never be able to meet him for coffee, or listen to him speak, or accidentally brush against the middle of his back.
That's when I discovered that I am only capable of loving dead people. And that hurts.
I'm swimming in the shallow end of the shit now and maybe tomorrow I'll come out clean.
Cheers !
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