Ewww.
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Dashboard Confessional - Saints and Sailors
So I'm sick and feelin gross and that's basically all that happened today. Bye.

Mkay.
Mood:  crushed out
Now Playing: Evanescence's Amy Lee and Seether - Broken
soo yeaaa.
me + past few days = happyyyyy.

that kind of happy where you jump up and down with your friends and rant about the greatest guy in the world and hug all the girls in the room and dance around like a freak with katie and act all hyper because you are and yea. -breathes-

anyways.

soo.

monday:
pretty boring. went to school. came home. talked to someone online. cried. got offline. called kathleena. talked to that other person again after kathleena talked to them.

tuesday:
THE BEST FREAKIN DAY OF MY LIFE. o.o me + greatest guy ever = happyyyyyy. :]]]]]] i swear i was bouncing everywhere. xD this was after school but school doesn't matter because it's school and school is for losers so yea -breathes-. :]

wensday:
came to school and hugged corey, vicky, meri, some girl i don't know, chrystal, ally, jenn, jenn, and katie(like, a gajillion times, but we were jumping up and down and hugging for no apparent reason o.O). i even hugged d, and i really don't like her. lols. anywho. i was really happy. xD me and katie went to her house and arielle and heather came over and we were being retards. xD as usual, duh.

thursday:
boredd. i took home this big thing for the door of our homeroom class and i had to decorate it. mrs. purdy is rewarding me with something, but i dunno what, since i'm workin on it by myself. so yea. that's it. :]

bye bye.

Forshizzle.
Mood:  crushed out
Now Playing: Brand New - Seventy Times 7
Sooo.
Today was fun. First day back from spring break. Katie wasn't there, which made me sad. :[
But I had Ricky, at least.
We went over that shit in Mrs. Ealum's.. Thank you God, we don't have to do any more of the External/Internal conflicts, and the plot diagram, and the irony, and all this other stuff we had to do. We have a test tommorow. Like I'll be prepared. I'm never prepared.
Everything at school has been goin downhill for me.. I can't seem to concentrate on anything but my friends, and when I look at the board everything that's written just kinda fades out and I start doodling or something. I gotta fix that. I have to keep my scholarship or I won't be gettin into college for sure. Gah.
It's fun to vent on this. Nobody reads it anyway. :] So I win.
Ahem. So yea.
We were screwing around in sixth period because Mrs. Norwood was handling her private business (as usual)and trying to get her husbands passport renewed or something. Chris found this bottle of Victoria Secret lotion called "Nearly Naked" or something like that. Maybe it was "Almost Naked." Doesn't matter. He was like, throwing it at Ricky and Alyssa (wish it woulda hit her in the face, ha ha) and Chrystal. They were being total retards. Chrystal wrote this thing on this paper, and it said "If I had a dime for every time a boy lied to me, I'd be a millionare." So. Freakin. True. Yet another reason why I'm fed up with them. Eh. As usual, the one I want I can't have, which figures. I still have my cats to grow old and die with (I gotta get the other 497, but I can do that, I think o.O;).
Anyway, I was outside at my locker (bottom locker, of course) and Ricky decided it'd be funny to stomp on "Almost Naked" and squirt it on the ground, which he did. It was pretty funny. Then this guy came (I used to have him in 4th period, I think), and totally smashed it with his foot, and it got all over me and my purse, because I was right in projectile range. Next time, try using bullets in that thing, mkay? Just kill me instead. It wasn't that I minded being covered in lotion, just that it'd be nice for someone to kill me about now. :]
Mhmm.
That's about it of my wonderful day. So. Yea.
Later.

Shove It, Assholes.
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Aerosmith - Don't Wanna Miss A Thing
Ok, so basically, I'm tired of everything, and of most people. My sarcasm is becoming much better, apparently, because I have the skill of telling someone to go shove something up their ass in an eloquent manner. Well, anyway. If you're a guy, you can go fuck yourself. I'm sure you do that already, because most guys (except for AJ and Ian) are self absorbed bastards anyway. Well, now that I'm done telling THAT one to go fuck himself, after his self-pitying attempts at trying to prove he "loves" me, let's go onto happier matters. :]

I got my pictures back from vacation. If you wanna see a couple, just like, e-mail me or something. My mom got a picture of me sleeping. Like a freak. Geez. I got some pictures of Bootika. :]



Oh great, now he's talking about killing himself. Ugh. I fucking hate people, you know? Except Kathleena and Katie and AJ and Ian. Well, I'm officially giving up on guys. They aren't worth it. I'm going to grow up to be the old lady that has like, 500 cats. And then, you can't see in her windows, but that's because the cats are piled up against them, and you won't know she's dead until this horrible smell of rotting flesh wafts out from the places the cats clawed through to get out of the disease-infested house. Great mental image, hmm? Just wait til you see the pictures on the news.