Awkward Palm Tree.

Mr. Motorcycle Man was over for dinner. I'm almost embarrassed for her.

Bahh why do I always eat until I'm overly full whenever I feel the slightest bit uncomfortable? Homework still to be done:

Alkazian essay, due on Friday.
Galla worksheet, due last Friday.

Fuck it. There will be plenty of time for that shit tomorrow.

Kelsey Rae

Mmm Weekend.

My last weekend of freedom for a while. I embraced it the best I could, even though my adventure was destroyed.

And I laugh like a fool. And you love it.












Oogabooga.

Kelsey Rae

Curly Koa.

Yesterday was exhausting. At least I found my glasses. If I hadn't found them I don't know what I would've done.

Adventure today! Hopefully I don't get lost..

Also,



Okay, so that isn't mine, but it's slightly similar. Two new songs in the making.

Kelsey Rae

Vegas.

It was that strange happiness that you get from your favorite flavor of ice cream. It was the calming effect that you get from sleeping in on the first day of Spring Break. And it was the sheer giddyness of holding hands with someone for the very first time. That's kind of what it was like.

What possibly was my last tour has so far been one of my best. Even if my throat and mouth did get awfully cut up from that dry desert air. Quick recap?

Fuckin' Barstow.
Lasagnaa.
Magic store.
Jerome learning how to read.
Room raiding.
Sleepless night #1.
Performance.
Vagina sandwiches.
Adventuredome!
And I totally kicked Chris' ass at lasertag.
Awards..?
Midway.
Failed sly-ness.
Romantic arcade games.
Sleepness night #2.
Mass/sleep/crankyness.
Absolute torture.

And now I just feel a little sad. I just want to go to sleep, wake up, and go back to Friday morning. There's nothing I would like more at the moment.

Kelsey Rae

No Sleep.

So it's fairly late and I'm not feeling tired in the slightest.

My mind buzzing and my fingers twitching to move and type and rant.
My eyes are too sore to be covered by glasses.
My stomach still full from dinner eight hours ago.
And I still have an English paper to write. Mind you that it's only a little more than half an hour until three o' clock. I'm so tempted to call, but damn..you have class tomorrow morning.

I'm only dreading the next twenty two hours, knowing that my only source of freedom for the next two days come from the next eight hours in front of me. No time for sleep today. I don't care if I show up to Pomona looking sleep deprived, starved, and reeking of sweat because I just had to go running beforehand..after all, it's the most freedom I'll get in the next two days.

I want nothing more right now than to be held. I want nothing more right now than to be assured that distance is nonexistent and worries are unnecessary. I want nothing more than just a little more time and a little less complications. And I don't think I can hold everything together for that much longer.

Kelsey Rae

What.

I feel a bit dizzy.
My eyes are getting a tad moist.
The back of my throat is getting a little choked up.
And my heart has just sunk through my stomach.
















Fuck.
I really messed this one up, huh.

My Way Home.

Friday night.
I'm going to sleep completely sober.
And I'm going to sleep before midnight.
And I'm going to sleep knowing that even though most of today was spent being fat and in my house, it was the best way I could possibly start off my Spring Break.



And I learned that I can pull off corny lines like nobody's business. Awwwwww'yeahh.

Kelsey Rae

Break Time.

FINALLY. No more waking up in pain.

And I can't concentrate worth a damn..every page I write and every slide I make ends up being erased and redone. And repeat.

It's alright though, because one more week before Spring Break. Awesomepossum.

Kelsey Rae