Shit, nothing makes sense when you're typing with a microphone

it's getting better. so go earth. I just heard about the developer of brain age and all the things he is working on, and I have to say pretty awesome. My ego is safely inflated right now and the only thing that can bring it down is another class period of AP World History. I keep talking about that class. but really it is really boring. Not the history part, but it's just not taught in a way that I can grasp it so I go off into lala land. but I watched this really captivating documentary on an African prince sold into slavery(woot go PBS which I must say is more interesting than most classes of WH) (okay I wrote that like a week ago)

I am in a different mind frame right now. Trying to clean the crap out of my room. which is like uber dirty. Like the kinda messy like when you make another mess cleaning up another one. But I am working on it, but my room is so freaking small, like jail cell small. It really bothers me. Por I am gonna try to type this blog without mentioning the fact that I hate where I am or that I want to leave, because let's face it talking about it is great, but doing something about it is better. And I was watching that PBS thing and I realized that I just need to make the best of my situation and yeah maybe I do hate it here, but that doesn't mean that I should waste time trying to run away from it, maybe I should just make the most of it and do my best while I am here and it will all work out. so there.

*notice: it took me like three days just to write the crap above, let's see if I can wrap it up in a mere ten minutes.*

So I spent time with my grandma over the weekend, and she straightened my hair cause she's awesome. And she has the incredible ability to make me smile when I feel like crap which I do right now. I feel like such a disappointment. I haven't tried my hardest I'll admit, but I am tired. I am tired of getting good grades and having to be the example. I just want to go to sleep. But maybe that's just another way to say; I like excuses, I need therapy, I quit. I don't know.I am worried about myself somedays and others I just allow my self to float around like nothing's wrong. Maybe something is, or maybe something isn't I don't know. But I do know that I have a lot of people who believe in me and see my potential. I just wonder how long it'll take me to realize it. I need to go to sleep or something, and that is all for now.

We were meant to live for so much more, have we lost ourselves?