I went to Becca’s to work on our project for sign language because we were going to completely redo it. So I went over there at 3 and we watched tv for fucking 6 hours

SIX HOURS
SIX MOTHERFUCKING HOURS DUDE

But it was so fun that I didn’t even notice, like we talked about school and boyfriends and our lives after highschool. Made fun of ugly people on tv and sang along to “The Singing Bee” or whateverthehell that show is called. I don’t know. I enjoyed it. Besides the fact that we didn’t even do our project. Sigh. So I think I’m going to stay home tomorrow, but I have tests in english and psych. So I’ll probably go to sixth and seventh hour, so I only have to make up one test…

Lighting incense and beginning what has become a nightly meditation routine. Life’s good?