Why I'm failing all my classes currently

• I really like to sleep, so if homework tries to come between me and a good nights sleep, sleep wins.
• I have football after school and I don't get home until 6
• AP Calc is hard. Like I'm learning Russian and trying to juggle at the same time hard.
• I can't motivate myself to do the easy assignments I have because I feel like they are a waste of time.
• I've missed many days of school because I really like to sleep, like a lot. I love sleep. It's like crack, you can't ever get enough, but it also costs you when you get a lot, like making your nose fall off or fail a class.
• It feels like I'm trapped in a time loop like High School is never going to end and everyday is the same dream.
• I'm really lazy.

Brick stuff

Whats red and bad for your teeth?

A brick

This song has brick in the title, also I like it, also the lead singer is Roger Waters

One thing I find fascinating in that album is the way they explore the walls people put up. Everyone has a wall, and every time something bad happens people tend to withdraw or put another brick in the wall. It's interesting to look around and picture the different walls people have constructed throughout their lives.

Roses are red, Violets are blue...

Roses are red, 

Violets are blue, 

They don't think it be like it is, 

but it do

Roses Are Red

Most Trees Are Blue

How Can Mirrors Be Real

If Our Eyes Are Fake Too?

Roses are red

True love is rare

Booty, booty, booty, booty

Rocking everywhere

Roses are wow

Violets are wow

You are wow

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Some poems rhyme

This one doesn't

Roses are red, Violets are blue

That's what they say, but it just isn't true

Roses are red, and apples are too

But violets are violet, violets aren't blue

An orange is orange, but Greenland's not green

And pinkies aren't pink, what does it mean?

To say something's blue when it isn't, defiles it

But oh, what the hell, it's hard to rhyme "violet

Memories

Her face is etched on the inside of my eyelids, it's all I see when I close my eyes. Her laugh is like a broken record ringing in my ears, it's all that I hear. The memories we shared are painted on my mind. Memories of the time we went to a dance, but her parents had to take us, and how she blushed when I said she looked beautiful and at the end of the night, we held each other and didn't want to let go. The memory of sitting in a grove of trees and gazing up at the sky together, the way the stars reflected in her eyes, a million beacons of light, and that first kiss we shared that seemed to stop the flow of time as the world stopped and watched. The pain I felt when she said goodbye for the last time, and just like that, the candle that was our love was extinguished. She found another candle but I still have ours, though it gathers dust, refusing to let go and to forget about the first person I loved.

Too tired to write

I'm not feeling writing anything. Here is a gif of how i feel about ap calc

What is human?

Human isn't watching, its experiencing. It isn't standing on the sidelines during the game of life, it's running on the field, falling flat on your face, and getting up excited for more. It's about making mistakes and learning. It's about love and affection, pain and loss. Human is something that cannot be put into words, there is a reason nothing comes close to human. Human is creativity, human is the funny feeling you get when you get nervous, human is happiness you can feel in life. Human is building, shaping, making but also tearing, breaking, taking. Human brings pain, and loss, and sadness and also joy, gain, and happiness. Human is love for a random stranger, human is the cruelty towards others. Human is gazing up at the stars and realizing how small you are, but looking around and feeling important at the same time. Human is emotions, it is communication, and most importantly, human is connection. Connection with other humans, connection with the world, and connection with oneself. Humanity is unmeasurable but also palpable, easy to see when someone is human. And that's what makes humans, human.

Why I didn't go to Homecoming

i didn't go to homecoming this year. true, i am a senior, but i hate dances. it doesn't help that i still have ptsd from last years homecoming (worst date ever.) i simply hate the culture and tradition surrounding the dances at lone peak. everyone wants to be asked in some bullshit "cute" way and everyone needs to get all the cute pics for insta and they need to say hi to their friends to show off the piece of meat that they dressed up and brought to impress everyone. because thats how i feel people at dances treat each other, like a trophy to be shown off to others show that you are normal and that you do fit in, and that you are cool because "my date was the greatest." i hate the music that gets played and the fact that everyone knows the newest shitty club song force fed to them by the music corporations. i hate how everyone is obsessed with the doorstep scene and did you get some and why didn't you get any. i hate the stupid dress code and the fact that its because ldscorp seemingly runs lp. and i hate how i cant seem to find a girl that i want to take, why i haven't liked anyone for three years, and how i have to scramble to find a girl who i dont like and then i have to pretend that i am enjoying myself when all that i want to do is go home and be alone. i dont like dances...

childhood

"Youth is lost on the young" - Old people.

I miss being in elementary school. I miss being able to walk up to someone and just start playing with them because you were both full of energy. I miss recess. I miss four square. I miss grades not counting. I miss parents who loved you no matter what you did. I miss my old friends. i miss being accepted no matter what you looked like, or said, or did. i miss being fat and being okay with it. i miss being carefree.

i miss childhood.