What can I say?

I wish I had some awesome, epic title for this post. I always have awesome phrases and ideas floating around my head, but as soon as I try to put ink to paper (or fingers to keys, for the matter) they disintegrate and I'm lonely in my blandness.
Today I woke and I pressed the "sleep" button on my clock 3 times. It was so cold that I convulsed and my teeth didn't stop chattering until I got to art.
There's something terribly difficult in the idea of telling someone you love that you have a problem. I had some pear and a plain piece of waffle for breakfast, and I ate most of my lunch at school, which was mac and cheese and milk. I felt so gross, it was ridiculous. I should have been proud of myself for eating as much as I did, but instead I was...ashamed. I came home and made myself eat rye toast, but sadly...that didn't go well. I feel so stupid and horrible. I have people that love me, and ugh. I can't go on like this, obviously. I know there will come a point where I just scream it out to my mom, but that hasn't some yet, I don't think.
Beside the day-to-day dealing with myself, I had a great day. I got there and worked on my art project. I'm drawing a geisha standing with her back faced to the viewer, but you can see her profile. She's standing beside a shoji door. I'm really excited to colour her in with chalky pastel. I hope it goes well. I tend to mess up my projects, but I really hope it goes well. I promised Danny my next project, but I feel to see why he likes them. It's pretty funny, because I think myself as pathetic at art.
I had gym, and we're doing archery, which is..kickass. Last year on the last day I realized that the reason I missed the target everytime was that I was closing the wrong eye. LOL
After that was math, in which I completed the wrong assignment for and got no credit. Then there was French. 100 on my verbal, and I finished the packet due tomorrow. Haha.
Today I discovered Danny was wearing a suit because he was singing at a community center with the chamber singers. I didn't get to be in that because I didn't have enough room in my schedule. I laughed really hard when I saw him. I don't know. The idea of him in a suit is amusing. Funny thing is, we have the same glasses, except his are a darker colour. I wish I could find mine so we could match :P Skylar had snatched his keys from him 2nd period, and now it was 5th. I took them out, and I was like
"If I pressed this button, would the car beep from here?" He barely notices.
"I dont know, maybe." Looks a second time. "WAIT! Where did you get my keys???" :P we have fun :)
Anyhow I stayed after and did my art project and that's the end. I guess. Life goes on, yet I'm still stuck, trying to make choices and be smart about the way I live my life. Why is that never ever possible? Maybe because I'm not doing things the right way.
I decided that if I could write music I would somehow put these fundamentals into a song.
"Don't enter my mind, because I'm slitting my sanity in secret, and as the sun sets on my life, I smile, because I've taken off my mask of facade." Something like that. I wish I could write music. I suppose I have to simply be happy with my writing.