This is a ballet that I have choreographed. It is about a young girl who just wants to learn English through osmosis because she craves sleep, and desperately needs it. However, she fails and dies in the end.
I am so strange.
I thought the classical music would help me study, but I just started dancing to it, and then I recorded it.
What is my life?
I have to start living in reality. I hate this.
The other day, this girl in my English class announced that she found my Twitter and loves it. Now, most of my English class follows me on Twitter. This is bad because I used to tweet about how much I disliked every person in the class. I have deleted most of the tweets before the majority of my peers found me on the site, but I still wonder what they’ve seen.
I hope boy-who-very-apparently-never-washes-his-hands-and-sneezes-into-them didn’t see my very angry posts about the fact that I DO NOT CARE about his expansive knowledge on EVERY SINGLE THING BROUGHT UP DURING CLASS DISCUSSION. I dislike him the most. I cannot tell if he is nineteen or forty-five. He is rude. I once told him that racial slurs are not politically correct, and now he attacks me whenever I speak up in class. I have no participation points thanks to him. He terrifies me. And he needs a haircut.
Or maybe I hope he did see them.
If he did, he still doesn’t wash his hands. I just want to know how they get so filthy. They literally have dirt on them everyday. I just stare at him and think about what I would do if he tried to touch my face. I would probably go ballistic. In fact, I know I would.
I don’t know where I am going with this. I am going to bed.
when the first paragraph you write in a paper is so good you know you’ll never top it