Exhausted for some reason. Like. Punch drunk on lemonade exhausted. Physically tired- not emotionally. Emotionally silly if anything.
And I just want to say how awesome my brother is again. He gave up his seat at the bar and stood so I could sit because I got there last because I was so tired and there werent enough chairs and I dunno it just reminded me again of how great he is. Hes one of the best people Ive ever met in my life. Seriously. And even talking to him about dead poets society... We speak a similar language its cool- like about how Neal would have felt. Like how it would have seemed so hopeless and just his perspective and stuff and I know that he would never say anything like the people in my class said about how anyone who goes through anything bad should just suck it up and stop being such a pussy and or kill themselves pretty much. Oh I mean, Oh- yeah. Im tired getting so stream of conscioisness. And Im going to try to watch the conjuring 2 too... I can do it.