..at least acknowledgement?

after like almost an hour of just cleaning the kitchen,
ive come to the conclusion that my house is like impossible to clean up.
without help, & the effort to keep it clean,
it still remains impossible.
it's hard to believe that my father was ever in the army,
because he's not a neat person at all.

um, school today.
tiring. & i hate how my history book is so heavy & thick.
i guess theres just that much history.
he's a faker; it's official.
but uh, that's ohkay. i guess.
no public display of affection,
or at least acknowledgement is alright with me.

i have so many swarming thoughts,
that need to calm down,
so i can type them.

ok so, mister stupid sends me a forward today,
a stupid one at that,
after sending a "who is this?" text message,
& once i finally figured out who the sender was,
i realized that.. idk, he's whatever.

mr. holmes' little statement/suggestion at the end of class sort of bothered me a lil' bit.
he's going by observations, possibly making conclusions in his head.
or assumptions.
that are not correct.
about a friendship of mine.

one particular person irritated, well, bugged me today.
with there constant reminders & demands about a certain date.
tomorrow, particularly.

my parents didn't find my piece of sorority related jewelry.
that's alright, i guess.
well look sooner or later.

im really hungry;
& red robin is callin' my name.
mann;
i still hear it.