Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Don't Panic
The immortal words of Douglas Adams. A great man. And all through this craze and chaos, that's all I can hear: Don't panic. My mind's ear telling myself not to freak, not to lose my cool. There's school, yes of course, and guys. And life. Don't forget about life! My chemicals, the ones in my brain, stir knavishly, plotting against me. What will they decide? What horror will they place upon me today? But I gotta get through this, I have to. Everyone's counting on me. I have to stay strong for all of my friends. And for my family. Why? Is there an important reason? I'm not quite sure. I'm just floating. I'm not sure of anything anymore. Where I should go, who I should ask. It's all swirled together. My hopes and dreams seem lost in the whirlpool of the universe. And yet I hold onto one thing: Don't panic. And I try not to.
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Ive never seen you panic... you must only ever do so in private. Thats usually the best way to let things out, in private.
You've seen me panic. Yesterday? When I was staring at the rain drip into that puddle? And I was mumbling to myself? That was me panicking.
eh... quiet panicking then.
Yes, I panic quietly. Excpet for sometimes when I raise my voice slightly so you can hear it. :D
It's funny, I'm so loud but when I'm supposed to be loud I'm quiet.
Your not supposed to be loud... your panick preferences aren't anyones buisness but yours. (i hate bad jokes, but then i feel compelled to make them! :P...)
Heh heh...
It seems everyone has had at least a few mental break downs behind the commons. They start crying, people come to comfort them, etc.
But whenever I have one, only Goth Pink, Sweety, DeDenko, Impulse, and Potter come to comfort me... I like it when Impulse and Potter comfort me because they're really good at it. But DeDenko and Goth Pink always seem to make me feel worse...
It's quiet now for study hour...
I can hear Red Delicious' laugh when everything is quiet...
And his voice...
And all is peaceful...
I love his laugh, it always makes me smile. It's so bubbly and happy.
Whos impulse? Buddha is curious but has no account of his own.
Impulse is the girl who was dancing with me today at lunch. Small, long brown hair, tannish skin, mexi-jew, really skinny?
I think i know who now... or at least Buddha does. That name fits him in many ways.
...is he helping you write these comments?
he mostly just giggles... and actually studies for finals... like i could if there was any way in hell i could be made to. I wouldn't even without this delightfully convenient blog to spam.
That's not good! Although *your* finals consist of "What colour is blue?" with only one colour available... :)
But then i forget i can't pick red.... our finals may be easier, but were stupider.
That you're right about. I wish I was taking freshman classes... But I'm in all the sophomore classes and STILL failing!! ARG!
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