grant has filled me in on what he wanted me to post.
today, i knocked over a vial of corn oil in chem today and it fell to the floor. it shattered. no one got hurt, but...why do i always break stuff in that poor class?

and i showed him something i wrote, and he wants me to put it here:

i'm confused at this conclusion you arrived.
after all, i came to the woods to suck the marrow out of life.
my abysmal heart bleeds tears.
i could paint the ceiling of the sistine chapel, after all, with the colors of my "feelings." never come to the woods again, because we both known what's going to happen if that happens.
jou're in a fist fight with a fog, baby.
don't get hurt.
and don't punch holes through my heart.
anymore.
never again.
yours, sabine.