how stupid.

I think the only way to explain my mood is tired. I'm tired of both school and my personal life.
Strangely enough, they have sort of meshed into one complete being. A living, parasitic being. It's completely frustrating because of the inability for me to leave either one behind for more than a minute. My best friends are collapsing under the weight of all this work, and it's getting hard for me to keep my knees buckled all day. It's so funny when people come to me with their problems, hoping I'll fix them all, and they're offended when I get upset or depressed. EXCUSE ME! MY BAD for trying to be a friend and help you change all the things that upset you.
My best friend is beautiful. Someimes, I look at her and I am jealous. Maybe because I admire her lifestyle. Maybe because of her attitude. But I'm never sure what to think. She likes a boy. And I'm really happy about it. I don't know him, but I do know that he's our biology teacher's son. I think that will definitely make things really fun and awkward for us. And I'm excited. I really appreciate her kindness and capacity for love.
I'm obsessed with listening to Regina Spektor. I really think she is a fantastic singer. I really njoy the way that she can sing off-key and nobody cares. Especially me.
I wish I lived somewhere else. I'm not sure I was meant to live in Arizona. I want to go back to Ireland. The nature is beautiful, but I live in the city. The dirty, dirty city. The ugly, polluted city. The city where it's too hot to ride a bike anywhere. A city where, instead of returning your belingings, people will steal them. A city where people curse at you for not having hot food at breakfast. A sad city.
I got a two dollar tip the other day from a friend. It was really cool. but I don't know why he gave it to me. I didn't do much. He has a lot of money and it makes me sad that he doesn't spend it wisely. I've spent far too much time on this blog.
I think I've developed a talent for people-watching. I love observing. It's become a habit, and good one at that.
I'm leaving the country in six days for France. I'm going for a Model UN conference, but my group has made it seem more like a tour. I suppose that's ok, but I'm nervous.
I think that's all for today.