holding my scissors

ive been reading about stress. its good for you sometimes, but its supposed to go away quickly. and if it doesnt for a long time, you can have problems. terrible, terrible problems. like passing out. or not feeling hungry. or not feeling hungry and then passing out.
tomorrow im going to alta with kelsey to work on....THE TAKE HOME FINAL! yes, im still really excited about it. i still cant figure out why though, i think my brain made some kind of unconscious link from my class/race/gender final to happiness because i was feeling happy when it was passed out.

usually i dont like christmas break because i like living here and i like school and i dont like moving all my things to twenty minutes away. but this time i ready. i am very tired. and i am ready for another year.
i like "i'm in a booth it's almost twelve your favorite denny's. another year, i need a sundae.." but i want to change it to "i need a sunday" because i think a sunday morning would make me feel better than a sundae the ice cream kind. especially from denny's. i have never actually eaten a sundae from denny's but im thinking that they taste about as great as everything else at denny's: not great at all.

when i hear people talking like "im at the end of my rope" it makes me wonder, is there really an end of the rope? i think it might be a neverending rope. or maybe people have different lengths of rope. but it might just be neverending for everyone. and maybe instead of coming to the end of the rope, we cut the rope. so it might be more accurate to say "im about to cut my rope" because thats what its really all about.