lagging behind

i am behind in everything. and i wish i could blame it on a.p. tests (though i do anyway.) even though really i know the real reason really. for reals.
i haven't really talked to my best friends in ages. i am really behind in classes like drawing and photography that - in real life - i should not be behind in. i'm real unprepared for college. and it's been a really really long time since i've written in this confounded blog.
get real, lindsey. right?
well, the only things i'm not slacking on are reading and searching in the most unlikely places for distraction and sleep and... well... yeah.

also. i may get shot by the two people who read my blog. but....

i got a journal.
and i may be abandoning this electronic vat in which swims all my musings and vagueness and emotions for a pen and paper pool. frothy, eh?

considering, anyway.

plasticities -- andrew bird

wraith pinned to the mist (and other games) -- of montreal

above ground -- norah jones