Subconscious Intent

I don't know why, but I have a habit of putting pens in my mouth and holding them in a way that makes it looks like I'm smoking.

On New Years Eve, my grandmother was drunk and she was playing with her wine glass and somehow ended up splashing it all over me, the table and the floor. I got no sympathy. It stained the nice, cute shirt dress I was wearing, and made the thigh of my jean leggings wet and uncomfortable, and caused the hair tie on my wrist to smell of wine. I went to the bathroom to try and dry it somewhat, it didn't really work. I ended up going to the basement (the only room with no one in it), wrote a poem to calm myself, and then read an article I found on Yahoo News about Zunes that all mysteriously crashed at midnight the night before. I went back upstairs smelling of wine, but considerably calmer. My family is great, but New Years Eve night was not all that enjoyable, I missed my friends too much.

I keep forgetting to breathe.

I can't tell if I'm just really exhausted or if I'm just really melancholic.

Last night, I felt like crying when I couldn't get that scale in the transition.

I hate when I'm sitting at our group table in Lit and Becca is turned towards Jenna talking to her and I can't hear what she's saying. I hate the times in the hallway when there's three people and the person in the middle turns to the person on their opposite side, I end up walking behind and they look at me as if I should join the conversation when that clearly isn't working. Doesn't anyone realize how annoying it is?

The song I keep forgetting I love until I hear it again: 3x5 by John Mayer.