My throat hurts

Lying in by bed, it's twelve something and I'm still not asleep. I'm talking to my mother who is in the computer room next to my bedroom, trying to get the viruses off of that damn thing.

If we do not have off of school tomorrow, I'm screwed, because I did not do any of my homework. But honestly, it doesn't really matter. I didn't do math problems. I didn't revise a Spanish essay. I didn't do this. I didn't do that. To be frank, I don't give a shit. The only thing that really matters to me is vocabulary, because it's something that I want to build.

I am in the process of trying to heal myself. To bring myself to an emotional and physical equillibrium in order to relieve my anxieties and any troubles I might be facing. I have been smoking again recently, only a few times, cigarettes that is. Sometimes I get so sick of it, I only take two/ three drags and I throw it out. Just to get that feeling of relief. But it really isn't worth it in the long run, or the short run either. It will kill me in yoga. And I do mean kill. It hurts my singing, not getting an adequate amount of breath. And it slows you down, clogs the oxygen in your veins, so it's harder for the blood/ oxygen to get to your muscles when say, you're walking up stairs (which as a high-schooler, I must do every day).

But, they are addictive.


However, once I start this work study program at yoga this Sunday, there will be no more of that. I will be doing yoga way too often. And for me to try and pull myself back by smoking a cigarette would just be silly.

I think I'm going to watch "Topper Returns"* and go to bed.

*an old film from the very early 1940s starring Billie Burke (Glynda the Good Witch of the North in The Wizard of Oz) , Roland Young, Joan Blondell. The first two Toppers starred the same actors, minus Blondell, and had the famous names such as Carry Grant and Constance Bennett. They're great films and I recommend them to anyone who appreciates good comedy, humor, and the beauty of old cinema.

Goodnight, or rather Good Morning.

Winding Sound

There is this winding sound that the timer for the lamp is making right now. A slow winding sound. It always annoys me when I'm sitting down in the living room with nothing to do, maybe reading, staring at the ceiling, stretching, or what not. My poor dog has to live with this all day while she is home, sleeping.

I am watching CNN. People talking about politics.

I talk about politics a lot, but the truth is, I am still searching for where I stand, because I don't honestly know. I know where I stand on certain issues, but it is very hard to classify myself into one specific category. I do know however, that I, as well as Thomas Jefferson, do not believe that church should play any role in government. I think sometimes people forget that little tid-bit about our Constitution.

I guess I am a "Constitutionalist".

Yes, I am a Constitutionalist.

What Hannah has done for me...

I have decided to start blogging again. I used to have a Xanga in the past. This should be interesting to say the least.

I am enfatuated with the idea that someone could be reading this, maybe a governement official, maybe a member of the school board, or maybe one of my friends.

Whoever you may be, I love you for reading this.

Let me say that again

Whoever you may be,

I love you for reading this.



So let it begin.