im supposed to be typing up my newspaper exam. ahhh slacker. lately i am feeling pretty blank, like a canvas waiting for a primer. like a sleeve waiting for embroidery. like a girl excitedly turning on the landing, imagining him leaning in the corner on the next flight up,excited in her heart for just a second before she realizes where she is and who she's with.dripdripdrip, the faucet in the bathroom goes, and i lean my head up against the icecold mirror and wish i didnt have to go back to class. that life could exist in a high school bathroom. that i wouldcouldshould stop biting my nails. that now that i am older i have responsibibilities and oblitigations and things to do and people to see and oh, oh,he is like the eye of my storm. being there is just like closing my eyes and falling into comfort.