I've had alot of homework and such lately. I'm actually kinda happy, because I have so much damn music to listen to and pretty much the only time I listen to it is when I'm doing math or science or whatever. Well, that and my parents dont get annoyed with me when they know I'm doing homework. The only thing is that I really dont have a desk, so I end up doing homework on my side on my bed, using books and stuff as tables. This isnt a problem for short assignments, but I'll tell you that crinking your neck one way or another (as well as your back) starts to hurt really bad after about an hour. Not only that , but your arms start going dead after leaning on them too long. If my room wasnt so packed (I got about 10 square feet of walking space), I'd get a desk. I guess I could get rid of some of my stuff, mainly my speakers, which take up a good quarter of the room, but my sound system is one of the best things in my life aside from my car and my computer.

God has taken up the great task of hating my hands. Sunday I was grating cheese for my dad, and I slipped and grated half of my thumb off. Yesterday I put my hand in my backpack and I brought it out and the side of my thumb was bleeding. I wouldnt be surprised if something lives in there (my backpack), but it was probably just a papercut. So pretty much whenever I touch food with my hands the open wounds on them sting like hell because I only ever eat salty foods because I <3 salt like noone else.

Over the past two days I've found out two specific things:
(1) I'm a horrible liar. You dont even have to worry about whether or not I'm lying because I'll stumble and stutter and it'll be totally obvious. Unless I'm white-lying, which I really only do as a joke.
(2) I always say that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Apparently it's worse than that. I'm clear as glass.

nopictoday.
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