Shuttle Cocks Will Be The Death Of Me.

It was sunny. And I was loving it. I have started trying to find pretty things in life. The lighting for this picture was very pretty. I had to take this.



I got hit in the face with a shuttle cock today, ya know a birdie. My gym class was playing badminton, and the next thing I know, the birdie is flying at my face, and I did not have time to dodge it or get my racket up in time. It was all very traumatic. THe person who hit me with it was the same person who called me a whore. I guess that's maybe why I was so mad. I might have laughed otherwise.

I dressed up for semester tests. People looked at me weird. But I didn't want to wear sweats like everyone else did. If I would have I would just fall want to fall asleep in the middle of my tests. And that is not an option. I can not fail. Anything. I must pass. Or my parents would chop my head off... I like my head.

I am drinking coffee right now. I can not keep away from the caffeine. The more I try the more I want it. And the more I want it the harder it gets to ignore the hella withdrawals I have when I don't consume any. The headaches are saying to me, "Kelsey, drink caffeine. It's good for you." And while I know this is my body lying to me, I can't help but to give in.

I wish Sleater-Kinney was still together as a bad. I am listening to their album "The Woods." It was so good. I always wonder how people can make such good music as a group and then not be able to stand each other enough to stay together. I guess conflict is part of art. It just makes me a little bit sad. I dunno.