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transpaoI Don't want to do my homework! DO you SEE what a beautiful day it is. Why couldn't be like this yesterday and rain today? My urge to skip school grows by the second... the only issues 1. my class has two people in it other than me... the Prof. and one other student... If I don't go I WILL be missed. 2. My prof. has my cell number and calls me if I don't show up.
I am a rotten liar. Well it's not so much that I'm no good at it, just more that I just can't do it. I have some sort of unhealthy obsession with telling the truth.
And the thing that is making this all the more annoying is that my ankles Finally quit hurting, which of course this means I want to go punish them some more. It also means I've been cooped up for two or three days and I feel like I'm suffocating.
I know I can explain part of what has gotten into me. Part of it is this bloody cast. I feel horribly trapped by it. The only thing that seams to relieve some of the caged feeling is to walk.
It's very strange to me because I don't remember feeling this trapped before when I was in casts. And most of you know that I've had both arms broken at the same time, and I've had surgery on my right foot that had me in a cast and unable to drive for 6 weeks... Now those were trapped. and yes I remember feeling somewhat trapped back then. Especially when Angel moved to Augusta and we lost contact right after the accident that left me with both arms in casts, but it's strange because I just remember hanging out at Jill and Scott's, or going to the Halloween bash at the masq as a Zombie... Perhaps it's that I didn't feel so utterly dependent on my self...
I am a rotten liar. Well it's not so much that I'm no good at it, just more that I just can't do it. I have some sort of unhealthy obsession with telling the truth.
And the thing that is making this all the more annoying is that my ankles Finally quit hurting, which of course this means I want to go punish them some more. It also means I've been cooped up for two or three days and I feel like I'm suffocating.
I know I can explain part of what has gotten into me. Part of it is this bloody cast. I feel horribly trapped by it. The only thing that seams to relieve some of the caged feeling is to walk.
It's very strange to me because I don't remember feeling this trapped before when I was in casts. And most of you know that I've had both arms broken at the same time, and I've had surgery on my right foot that had me in a cast and unable to drive for 6 weeks... Now those were trapped. and yes I remember feeling somewhat trapped back then. Especially when Angel moved to Augusta and we lost contact right after the accident that left me with both arms in casts, but it's strange because I just remember hanging out at Jill and Scott's, or going to the Halloween bash at the masq as a Zombie... Perhaps it's that I didn't feel so utterly dependent on my self...
