Elevator Music?

hey, let me type a block of text it seems like i haven't done that in ages.

school is exhausting. i am currently pretending everything is a figment of my imagination because it's easier to deal that way.

i have a pretty good imagination.

it seems so strange to float through the school and see people and talk to them and laugh and respond. somehow they don't seem solid to me. what's that word again?

right, transient. everything, everyone feels transient.

wish i had time to put all this into pretty little cryptic descriptions and witty repertoires (something that i am always sorely lacking it seems) but hey no capslock in sight.[revolutionary]

oh oh and i think i look distressed very well. i wonder if the teachers get annoyed and if it's alright to screw with them this way.

today was alright, tomorrow may be better(well it's sun shiny anyway).

i haz greener grass. tis true.