After barely talking to me for a few weeks, I get an instant message with the link to your music myspace. This is why I'm starting to hate "musicians."

Yesterday I saw a mentally handicapped woman in a wheelchair stuck in the snow. A man was digging her out with his bare hands. I've been working for the past forever. I'm just exhausted. And I have no spare time.

Sometimes philosophy is a very difficult class to sit through. But even trying to focus on what I'm learning for, like, three seconds is pretty awesome. I'm reading a bunch of lightspeed champion blogs and they're real funny. So I'm going to try to do this a little more. I have class for four more minutes, and I'm hoping typing this will cover up the sounds of my tummy growling.

Because of the sidewalks being covered in snow, I have to walk in the street to get to class. Keep in mind this is the middle of downtown Indianapolis. Not only is this quite dangerous, it's also quite frightening. And even sometimes when cars drive by the water splashes up. I feel like I'm in the movies.

He lied.

Instead of practicing? Today we went to my aunt's house. Its so weird being older. My grandma was talking about how you should never get your name embroidered on things because they might call your name and make you believe they know you. And then my cousin started asking my uncle if he would kill Ronnie the Rapist if he raped her. He was like "well, i wouldn't want to go to jail for the rest of my life." It was pretty hilarious. Also, something super awesome happened last night. We'll see if it lasts or if it turns out like all the rest : /

I was looking back on old livejournal entries from when I was like, fourteen. I realized I haven't changed much. I just try to fit everything in, and I'm just generally upset because I feel like I'm always letting people down. When my mother asked me to take her to the doctor on the fifth, I tried to convince her to get Hal to take her. I tried to explain that I had to work the night before, and it would be too early in the morning for me to drive to Greenfield. I didn't have the heart to remind her that my birthday is the day before, and I might have wanted to have a birthday party at some point that weekend. But, since my roommate is going to Chicago the night before for a boy who is playing a show there, I can't do it then. At least it's Christmas. Hopefully something nice will get me out of this nasty mood.