Confusion

I really have no idea how some things come to be said about me. I consider how people have told me about things I do, things I have no recollection of doing. I don't drink and I don't do drugs, so it's not substance abuse that's causing my lack of memory; I'm not playing dumb or pretending to forget. The only conclusion I can come to is that my actions have been misinterpreted, misconstrued, reinvented along the way, through so many tellings and retellings.

And now people are deliberately avoiding me. Now, I've never deliberately avoided anyone in my life, because even if someone has done something wrong, I believe people can change, can atone for their mistakes, can become better people because of them in the long run. I believe in being cordial to any old person you meet.

Ach, well. The only reason I bother about it at all is because some of these people have my stuff. Otherwise, if they don't want to talk to me, that's their decision, and I make it a point to not agonize over other people's decisions.

Now, back to Bradbury research...

I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun...

I love music.

Recently:
"Momentary Lapse of Reason" by Pink Floyd
"Achtung Baby" by U2
"rearviewmirror" by Pearl Jam, disc 2

Also "Zooropa" by U2, just so I can mention this quote...
"Some days you can't stand the sight of a puppy..."

Exhaustion!

All right. Holiday vacation? Yeah, full of late nights and early mornings. By the time school comes around again, Hannah has zero energy. So. I have Jazz Band every morning - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday - and now this week and next week we have Dance Team Friday mornings. Eurgh. Then with dance, homework, Monty Python reruns, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, etc., I'm up a bit late... okay, so I realize it's my fault, but for some reason I just can't sleep. And then Brandon calls last night around 10... yeah. And apparently Jim called before that, but you know what? I really don't feel like talking to him right now. The guy I really do want to talk with is difficult to talk to over the phone, and the guy who lives around here is... well, we're just friends, really, and he's in one of my classes so we can talk then, but it's not like we go out and do things together, go to movies or go with a group out to eat, and it's kind of frustrating. So anyway, I think that might be what keeps me up nights.

Chemistry Quotes:
"How did you know that?"
"Cause I'm... Steve Durey?"

"Hannah's on drugs!"
"Who told you?"
"Your mom!"
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"...how often do you talk to Tyler?"
(End Chemistry Quotes)

Right then, got to go, Molly's figured out who I was talking about up there (third guess! Is it that obvious? Can it POSSIBLY be that obvious?!?) and we have to be in PE on time today because Murphy's coming, and he thinks he's our principal, so... yeah. *sigh*