a is for ani

my backpack: i've had it since seventh grade. it's old, beat up, dirty, sprouting holes. contains: two railroad spikes, a crescent wrench, a pair of finger cymbals, some old schoolwork, and maryah's graphong calculator. it has my name embroidered on it in big purple letters. so why would someone steal it? it would make more sense to just steal the calculator out of it and leave the backpack. i wish they had. if this were paly, i would neverhave left the locker unlocked. but even after the chocolate milk incident i had some faith in my prep school comrades. this is castilleja, where if you lose a cd player, chances are it's sitting in the library waiting for you. where the last thing reported stolen from a locker was an sat prep book. so what's up with the missing backpack. the facts: it was in my unlocked locker on saturday at 5:45 pm, and not there today at 2:30 pm. argh.

i. am. pissed.

ten dollar reward for the return of my backpack. graphing calculator preferred inside as it was not mine.

that aside:

excuse me while i cough up a lung. the mighty gods of phlegm are not being kind.

i absolutely hate being sick. the only good part is being waited on, and that's not worth it. blech. i'd rather be working and going to school and such than sick. i cannot get sick. i have places to go. people to see. shows to tech. the last being the most important.

this really couldn't have come at a worse time.

maybe i'm too trusting maybe i'm naive but i thought i saw myself reflected in your face

did i?