i am listening to black star by radiohead. i truly love this song. i feel at ease and somewhat relieved. from what, i am not quite sure. the memory of the last time i heard this song pokes my mind. i was in bed. my seven year old sister came into my room, claiming to have heard a weird crick crock sound coming from outside her bedroom window. she recreated the sound and particularly emphasized the crock, dragging the "o" for a few seconds. i agreed to let her sleep in my bed as long as she gave me the snack sized box of fruit loops she was hiding in her closet. deal. although she is half the size of a regular seven year old, she snores impressively loud. her breathing aggressively interrupted my thoughts. so i decided to pinch her nose shut. i did not do this because i was trying to fall asleep and she was disturbing me, but because i was very bored and restless, and felt it was unfair that she was sound asleep beside me. as i kept her nose hostage, she was forced to breathe from her mouth. she also twitched her head and tried to pull away from my fingers clamped onto her nose. when she sleepily realized she could not, she threw her arm up and accidentally poked me in the eye. as i layed there crying from my left eye, she began to snore again and black star began to play from my computer's speakers. there is absolutely no connection between how i currently feel and this story. just in case you were wondering. i think i came on here to talk about the creep in my physics class. but i can't remember now. anyways, while i'm on the subject, i'll talk about him. to be honest, i don't have a concrete reason to call him a creep. he's just overly friendly, and i hate it when people try to approach me. mostly because i don't see how others can find me interesting or appealing. and he is so annoying, persistently nagging me about when i will go study with him. hello? buddy, are you serious? our next exam is in two weeks. who fucking studies two weeks in advance, fuck, this shit is so easy, a quick scan the morning of the test would suffice. so, i'll meet you at four, tomorrow? say, no! sure obviously, he is using studying as an excuse, but then again, i don't want to flatter myself. maybe, he is just a very studious boy with good intentions. eghh. i keep on making mental notes to mention my boyfriend, but i always forget. i actually had an amazing opportunity to slip ryan into the conversation we were having today, but i fucking got distracted by some kid who lit his cigarette indoors. oh, by the way, i am feeling very well and sane this week. a bit scattered, but generally in good shape. also, i firmly believe that one of the best feelings in the world is taking off my socks at the end of a long day. and one of the worst stenches in the world is the one the people in my socks' proximity will take in seconds later. maybe, i should make this guy smell my feet. i am a glamorous woman, i know.