I Miss You

Bodies in crude form. <- I thought I saw that in my last post...mes yeux ne marchent pas.
Well, now that the shocking things have been dealt with, I suppose I'll ramble; at least it will be better than the nothing you guys're writing. I want to be in student counsel but am afraid of going to the work to campaign. I haven't done my math homework in 2 weeks- I mean, even brought the book home. For the first time in mathematical history, I am lost. I believe that I'll fall asleep after 30 minutes of listening to someone else talk. I hate feeling like the oldest person in my house. I look at people and wonder if they have the same relationship structures I do. I can't wait for school to end- that is a lie. I still have no idea what I want to do with myself. The guitar doesn't seem as fun as it used to. I shower and nap because I have nothing to do. That way I can tell myself that someone called or messaged me but I missed the excitement instead of waiting and having nothing happen. I just noticed that this is getting depressing. I am listening to City and Colour again. The hardest part about picking my dress-down outfit tomorrow is deciding on the pants. I'm at the top of the ladder, I think. And the people falling over themselves at the bottom seem to be experiencing more excitement. How's that for a blog post?