post-branson, pre-exit-level testing

branson was a little more fun than i thought it would be. i got to be a dorky orchestra kid for 3 days and not worry, because i was fitting right in with everyone else.

sometimes its nice to just fit in.

getting so sick of school.

didn't go on 4/20

not going next tuesday

tired of fucking TAKS reviews.

been thinking a lot lately about transferring to the charter school.

dont know if that's such a good idea, though.

don't know if 'the blacks' will be able to look past my 'gayness'

i talked to Debbie today, which was weird

because i've been having a lot of dreams lately that im not sure if they were real or not, 

and they are mostly just like conversations or something like that.

so when she asked me how branson was, i thought she was joking,

cause i KNEW we'd had that conversation before.

but, alas, Prozac is playing mind games with me, yet again.

hope to see the shrink sometime soon.

its been a year.

i need to talk.