or should i just keep chasing pavements? even if it leads to nowhere...
i need to stop making goals for myself. i just get pissed at the end cause i never make them.
today i woke up, i ate, i watched tv, played cello until string broke, moved guitar into my room so it looks like i practiced, drew, vacuumed the hallway, bathroom, and stairs. in hopes someone will notice. cause they always seem to notice when i haven't done it...
i told myself i was going to clean my room, watching forgetting sarah marshal, clean the bathroom, break out my vinyl, put old clothes in a bag for good will, do my lab analysis, wash clothes, and my hair.
i did none of those.
which resulted in me trying to wash clothes while my mom was in the shower and wash my hair after the storm passed.
by the time my clothes were done and had to be put in the dryer, it was dark and the crickets were out. and since i have an irrational fear of bugs, i cried and cried hoping that someone would kill them for me, but they all refused. so now i have a soccer jersey covered in a think layer of febreeze, and i have to buy new socks from the school store. and by the time the storm passed, it was too late to wash my hair. now i have to do my lab analysis. i can't find anything in my room, my bathroom is almost gross, my drawers have way too much clothes in them, and my vinyl is standing upwards in a corner, covered in dust.
i dissapoint myself, basically.
in other news,
i realized there was a name for science meets medieval. steampunk.
i love that shit.
i want something steampunk for my birthday. i was gonna say keyboard, cause they're cool, but it doesn't really matter cause i have a laptop....
i wonder if i could go back to old Hollywood...
when presidents dropped blonde bombshells, instead of creating the perfect hell. the way we're living makes no sense. take me back to the age of innocence.
yesterday was a great day. from the MVA to the bed.
i waked right by
and took my permit test with his son while my mom briefly talked to him. i was one of the few that passed my test and got my permit. got starbucks and went driving and did surprisingly well.
i went to gaelles. hung out, cooked, and had fun while waiting for liz and yeram to arrive. liz and yeram arrived, and had even more fun. ran around the kitchen, were "lesbians" on gaelles bed, and repeatedly told liz that her boobs grew. we called tom and garret and told them to come over. suji and bina arrived the same time as tom and garret. we talked to the poor boys for about 2minutes before getting in the car.
we drove to hopkins and got out. we randomly walked, looking for the rec center, cause we had no idea where it was. asked random guys coming out of the dorm. they followed us for a while, correcting the way we went. then we ended up at dinning hall. after countless puddles and asking a few more people, we found it. we bought tickets. got stickers and pictures taken for websites. took pictures. got inside. watched concert. met jeff. went to lizs. then got picked up.
it was great.
yesterday was a great day. from the MVA to the bed.
i waked right by
and took my permit test with his son while my mom briefly talked to him. i was one of the few that passed my test and got my permit. got starbucks and went driving and did surprisingly well.i went to gaelles. hung out, cooked, and had fun while waiting for liz and yeram to arrive. liz and yeram arrived, and had even more fun. ran around the kitchen, were "lesbians" on gaelles bed, and repeatedly told liz that her boobs grew. we called tom and garret and told them to come over. suji and bina arrived the same time as tom and garret. we talked to the poor boys for about 2minutes before getting in the car.
we drove to hopkins and got out. we randomly walked, looking for the rec center, cause we had no idea where it was. asked random guys coming out of the dorm. they followed us for a while, correcting the way we went. then we ended up at dinning hall. after countless puddles and asking a few more people, we found it. we bought tickets. got stickers and pictures taken for websites. took pictures. got inside. watched concert. met jeff. went to lizs. then got picked up.
it was great.
my idea of fun is killing everyone.
my mom quit her job.
the job that made her sick, that made her tired, gave her headaches, and made her hair fall out. the job that was pretty much killing her.
she finally quit.
i'm happy for her. not only cause now she'll feel better, but i don't have to deal with her bitching anymore.
october 8th.
i asked what she was going to do and she said work from home/she didn't know. also, we're gonna be poor. we both laughed, cause we kinda knew it was somewhat true. i hope she gets a job she really likes and pays well.
in other news, the retreat was horrible and i almost cried multiple times, i need to get my hair done, i want to go to a concert tomorrow, and i need to see the boy. basically. FML. RBD.
it's only 8:15 and i could go to bed right now. but i'm not going to. i'm going to do stuff, cause there is stuff that needs to be done.
i love how i tell myself im going to do stuff when i know i'm just gonna go eat, watch tv, and go to bed. i can't will myself to do anything nowadays.
the job that made her sick, that made her tired, gave her headaches, and made her hair fall out. the job that was pretty much killing her.
she finally quit.
i'm happy for her. not only cause now she'll feel better, but i don't have to deal with her bitching anymore.
october 8th.
i asked what she was going to do and she said work from home/she didn't know. also, we're gonna be poor. we both laughed, cause we kinda knew it was somewhat true. i hope she gets a job she really likes and pays well.
in other news, the retreat was horrible and i almost cried multiple times, i need to get my hair done, i want to go to a concert tomorrow, and i need to see the boy. basically. FML. RBD.
it's only 8:15 and i could go to bed right now. but i'm not going to. i'm going to do stuff, cause there is stuff that needs to be done.
i love how i tell myself im going to do stuff when i know i'm just gonna go eat, watch tv, and go to bed. i can't will myself to do anything nowadays.
i just get myself the shivers...
i blame raalla.
we both blame raalla.
if it wasn't for her and her boy and their happiness over the weekend, zoey and i wouldn't feel this way in the slightest...i think....maybe...i don't know but i blame her.
i hate the tingly feeling underneath my skin, the need, the want.
i hate the emptiness.
i just hate it.
i want i want i want and i want. not only that i want but i need. and the fact that i can't have is driving me insane.
i'm gonna to find a way to get it. i have no idea how, but i'll find a way.
we both blame raalla.
if it wasn't for her and her boy and their happiness over the weekend, zoey and i wouldn't feel this way in the slightest...i think....maybe...i don't know but i blame her.
i hate the tingly feeling underneath my skin, the need, the want.
i hate the emptiness.
i just hate it.
i want i want i want and i want. not only that i want but i need. and the fact that i can't have is driving me insane.
i'm gonna to find a way to get it. i have no idea how, but i'll find a way.
you just a sad song...
with nothing to say about a life long, wait for a hospital stay. maybe we'll just shut up and play. you never really got it, no you never really got it at all...
it's true.
and i'm bored, my nose is sore [fucking bitch kicked the ball at my face] and stuffy. i have nothing that i can do that doesn't require energy, which is something i'm either lacking or don't want to use. i'm not sure.
yesterday this bisexual scene/emo boy friended me on myspace. he's cute, and scene/emo to the point where it's almost unbearable. i wish i knew him in real life. we could share make up and hair tips while going to shows.
i want to go to a show. like, tomorrow. really badly. like, it's killing me.
i guess i'll go eat dinner. it was ready like, 3-4 hours ago.
ugh, shoot me in the face.
it's true.
and i'm bored, my nose is sore [fucking bitch kicked the ball at my face] and stuffy. i have nothing that i can do that doesn't require energy, which is something i'm either lacking or don't want to use. i'm not sure.
yesterday this bisexual scene/emo boy friended me on myspace. he's cute, and scene/emo to the point where it's almost unbearable. i wish i knew him in real life. we could share make up and hair tips while going to shows.
i want to go to a show. like, tomorrow. really badly. like, it's killing me.
i guess i'll go eat dinner. it was ready like, 3-4 hours ago.
ugh, shoot me in the face.
chippin' around...
kick my brains round the floor. these are the days it never rains but it pours. it's the terror of knowing what this world is about. watching some good friends scream, "let me out!" pray tomorrow takes me higher.
turned away from it all like a blind man. sat on a fence but it don't work. keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn. insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking. can't we give ourselves one more chance? why can't we give love that one more chance? cause love's such an old fashioned word, and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night, and love dares you to change our ways of caring about ourselves.
this is our last dance.
this is ourselves under pressure.
i love that song. it's been on repeat [the MCR and Used version] for a while now.
i've feeling so dead lately. i don't know why. i just don't have the energy or motive to do anything anymore. going to concerts alone really demonstrates the lack of friends one has. so does having a sleep over with two best friends. they were nothing but nice, cause they're your friends too. but still. it demonstrates.
urg. i think im getting sick.
mother fucker.
i don't want to go on this retreat next week. it's going to demonstrate it even more.
ahhhhh i don't even know anymore. i'm so tired. *falls asleep on laptop*
turned away from it all like a blind man. sat on a fence but it don't work. keep coming up with love, but it's so slashed and torn. insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking. can't we give ourselves one more chance? why can't we give love that one more chance? cause love's such an old fashioned word, and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night, and love dares you to change our ways of caring about ourselves.
this is our last dance.
this is ourselves under pressure.
i love that song. it's been on repeat [the MCR and Used version] for a while now.
i've feeling so dead lately. i don't know why. i just don't have the energy or motive to do anything anymore. going to concerts alone really demonstrates the lack of friends one has. so does having a sleep over with two best friends. they were nothing but nice, cause they're your friends too. but still. it demonstrates.
urg. i think im getting sick.
mother fucker.
i don't want to go on this retreat next week. it's going to demonstrate it even more.
ahhhhh i don't even know anymore. i'm so tired. *falls asleep on laptop*
she's nothing more than just a snake, a snake devil.
dear girl who still acts like a child,
shut. up.
it's none of your business what we do.
and even if you know it's not yours to talk about.
"he's my ex, i deserve to know."
actually, that's probably the biggest reason why you shouldn't know.
and the biggest reason why you shouldn't have told her.
it doesn't matter that you thought she knew, you shouldn't be fucking talking about it anyways.
why do you keep asking me about him?
you have your own boyfriend.
stop worrying about mine and worry about yours.
kthanks.
-girl who is severely pissed and wants to punch you in the ovaries so you go sterile.
the power of Christ compels you bitch.
shut. up.
it's none of your business what we do.
and even if you know it's not yours to talk about.
"he's my ex, i deserve to know."
actually, that's probably the biggest reason why you shouldn't know.
and the biggest reason why you shouldn't have told her.
it doesn't matter that you thought she knew, you shouldn't be fucking talking about it anyways.
why do you keep asking me about him?
you have your own boyfriend.
stop worrying about mine and worry about yours.
kthanks.
-girl who is severely pissed and wants to punch you in the ovaries so you go sterile.
the power of Christ compels you bitch.
never fall asleep, you won't wake up.
i want to write about last night, cause so many things happened.
but i can't bring myself to do it.
hanging with them made me think and realize things.
i've been home since a little before 12, and i've done nothing but lay in my bed.
i need to be productive, or something.
i need to do something with my life.
but i can't bring myself to do it.
hanging with them made me think and realize things.
i've been home since a little before 12, and i've done nothing but lay in my bed.
i need to be productive, or something.
i need to do something with my life.
random acts of kindness...
assures me that the whole world isn't going to shit.
the random guy giving me a piece of gum, the random girl letting me get closer to the stage, the random people helping me find my tshirt, and then the random girls that found it and gave it back.
and the boy got his phone back. *is joyous*
so yes, most of the world is falling to pieces and sucks.
but not the whole world.
and that's a nice, optimistic thought.
the concert last night was amazing.
i was pleasantly surprised by warships awesomeness. leathermouth was without a doubt epic. mc chris was great/funny. and so sweet. i felt bad that all the other shows he got booed and whatnot.
and reggie, oh reggie.
so.
amazing.
that show makes the top 5 of favorite shows, not including warped.
1.mcr
2.mcr
3.msi
4.reggie
5...i'm not sure yet im still deciding.
pictures up when i'm not at school.
:D
the random guy giving me a piece of gum, the random girl letting me get closer to the stage, the random people helping me find my tshirt, and then the random girls that found it and gave it back.
and the boy got his phone back. *is joyous*
so yes, most of the world is falling to pieces and sucks.
but not the whole world.
and that's a nice, optimistic thought.
the concert last night was amazing.
i was pleasantly surprised by warships awesomeness. leathermouth was without a doubt epic. mc chris was great/funny. and so sweet. i felt bad that all the other shows he got booed and whatnot.
and reggie, oh reggie.
so.
amazing.
that show makes the top 5 of favorite shows, not including warped.
1.mcr
2.mcr
3.msi
4.reggie
5...i'm not sure yet im still deciding.
pictures up when i'm not at school.
:D
artist. artists.
i want to start drawing again.
i used to draw all the time. i was amazing at anime characters, and i could draw things amazingly.
now i barley draw at all. i also want to paint more.
i started over the summer, and it lasted a grand total of two days. i want to do more.
i want to make music. i have a program to do it but i haven't touched it since i got it. my dad is getting me a tuner so i'll tune my electric and teach myself how to play. i'm gonna practice my classical guitar more and or harder.i'm going to attempt to work on my game. i'm not sure if i can with all the laziness that is infested in me. but i can sure damn try.
i am going to be an artist whose life revolves around sports and concerts.
i'm going to get good grades. mostly so i can go to concerts, and so my mom will leave me the fuck alone. and i'm going to take care of my hair more. mostly so it will grow cause i want long hair, and so, once again, my mom will leave me the fuck alone.
i'm going to listen to more music. more bands that are unheard of. get more into the scene, especially the local one. i'm going to change my wardrobe. actually get rid of everything i don't wear. and stop saving shit. i'm going to organize my room so it's efficient and shit.
i'm going to be healthy...er. i've been drinking a whole nalgene full of water and ice. and water at school. and i actually eat dinner now.
i'm determind this year. i don't know why, but i am.
hopefully, this year will be epic.
i used to draw all the time. i was amazing at anime characters, and i could draw things amazingly.
now i barley draw at all. i also want to paint more.
i started over the summer, and it lasted a grand total of two days. i want to do more.
i want to make music. i have a program to do it but i haven't touched it since i got it. my dad is getting me a tuner so i'll tune my electric and teach myself how to play. i'm gonna practice my classical guitar more and or harder.i'm going to attempt to work on my game. i'm not sure if i can with all the laziness that is infested in me. but i can sure damn try.
i am going to be an artist whose life revolves around sports and concerts.
i'm going to get good grades. mostly so i can go to concerts, and so my mom will leave me the fuck alone. and i'm going to take care of my hair more. mostly so it will grow cause i want long hair, and so, once again, my mom will leave me the fuck alone.
i'm going to listen to more music. more bands that are unheard of. get more into the scene, especially the local one. i'm going to change my wardrobe. actually get rid of everything i don't wear. and stop saving shit. i'm going to organize my room so it's efficient and shit.
i'm going to be healthy...er. i've been drinking a whole nalgene full of water and ice. and water at school. and i actually eat dinner now.
i'm determind this year. i don't know why, but i am.
hopefully, this year will be epic.
oh and...
and his name is freaking everywhere.
billboards - mitchells jewelry and furniture.
tv - stewie from family guy "ryan? greg? MITCHELL!?"
in this book that fell open.
EVERYWHERE.
they're taunting me.
billboards - mitchells jewelry and furniture.
tv - stewie from family guy "ryan? greg? MITCHELL!?"
in this book that fell open.
EVERYWHERE.
they're taunting me.
your voice was the soundtrack of my summer...
do you know you're unlike any other? you'll always be my thunder. your eyes are the brightest of all the colors, i don't wanna ever love another, you'll always be my thunder. so bring on the rain, and bring on the thunder.
fkjsadhgfhljkasf
*screams gibberish*
i. miss. him.
it's. not. fair.
i check my freaking phone in between classes hoping that he got his phone back and text me during his free time or something.
i miss his voice.
i miss his touch.
i miss his laugh.
i. miss. him.
grrrr.
today i talked about how paranoid i am about him, and how overprotective i am. i felt better cause j feels the same way.
"they didn't pick up their phone. oh my god. what if they were in a car accident? what if they're in a hold up? what if they choked on whatever they were eating? what if they got injured in sports? WHAT IF THEY'RE DEAD?"
the things that run through a girlfriends mind.
oh god. i feel like his mother or something. -_-;
anywho.
i hope he gets to talk to me soon.
i'm practically going insane. i mean, seriously? i had a dream about him last night. i can't remember what happened it in exactly, but i know he was in it.
i tend to have dreams about him when i haven't seen him in a while...
*snuggles into his sweatshirt*
fkjsadhgfhljkasf
*screams gibberish*
i. miss. him.
it's. not. fair.
i check my freaking phone in between classes hoping that he got his phone back and text me during his free time or something.
i miss his voice.
i miss his touch.
i miss his laugh.
i. miss. him.
grrrr.
today i talked about how paranoid i am about him, and how overprotective i am. i felt better cause j feels the same way.
"they didn't pick up their phone. oh my god. what if they were in a car accident? what if they're in a hold up? what if they choked on whatever they were eating? what if they got injured in sports? WHAT IF THEY'RE DEAD?"
the things that run through a girlfriends mind.
oh god. i feel like his mother or something. -_-;
anywho.
i hope he gets to talk to me soon.
i'm practically going insane. i mean, seriously? i had a dream about him last night. i can't remember what happened it in exactly, but i know he was in it.
i tend to have dreams about him when i haven't seen him in a while...
*snuggles into his sweatshirt*
crowded room...
i didn't even really want to go. i mean, i was going to go. i did think about it. but it came up so fast. i just didn't feel like it.
but they sure are persistent. persuading paige and i to hop in liz's car and go.
"can i wear your underware? mine are all sweaty and stuff."
"sure. oh sorry i only wear thongs."
really? only wear thongs?
"it's an unpickable wedgie!!" paigie screams.
and oh, it's so true.
i wore the shortest skirt that i've ever seen and one of her tanktops. i put on her makeup and did my hair with her flatiron. everything i wore that night except my shoes were hers. a few of us were like that actually.
we got ready and told secrets, ate food, took pictures, and envied the german girl for her beauty. then we hopped into the car. hannah sitting on top of me, and leah, on whoever she was on.
when we arrived, jada and jazz got out of the car in front of us. we all hopped out and ran to catch up. once inside we hit the dance floor.
so. many. people.
leah and newman got boys almost instantly, too bad leahs boy was a stalker. that followed us when we went to get water, then found her two hours later while she was with another guy.
we were there for 5 minutes and it already felt like we had taken a shower.
after many songs, leahs 7th boy, newmans 5th, g's 2nd hookup, and 2hours, someone started to danced with me. then leah was on her 8th, j was on her 1000th probably, bri was on her...idk. but she was on one.
j...was being a whore. to say the least. so much that during her 1900th boy, she got tapped out for about 20 minutes. anywho, back to what i was saying.
we danced for 2 songs. i forget the first one, but then we danced to low. and leah got sandwiched and she was happy. so i danced with this guy and j had sex with clothes on and the song ended. before he left he handed me his phone. of course, being me, i panicked and gave him my number.
many were shocked.
but it comforted me to know the j gave out hers to at least 2 and she has a boyfriend as well. it also comforted me when, at the end, we were sitting together and she was pointing out all she danced with and said, "see that? that's mine." "what about your bf?" "oh. damn."
she almost forgot. not only did i laugh, but it assured me that i wasn't being a whore/slut in anyway...really...compared to her at least.
all in the name of fun they said. besides, he'll probably never call. and if he does, it's not like im gonna do anything with him.
maybe hang out once or twice, but it will deff be a group thing.
anywho, j got tapped out, leah had her 10th, newman had her 7th, i danced around with paigie, liz, and more. when we only had 30 minutes we peaced out and sat in the air conditioned cafeteria and talked until it was time to go.
all our clothes were drenched. and i mean, jumped into a pool fully clothed drenched. it was disgusting.
but we had fun.
and i saw joe, who i haven't seen in like, a year or two. he's still really short. its funny.
i saw a lot more people i knew.
i had fun.
my foot hurts from soccer practice.
and now more than ever i freaking miss the boy and he should be unpunished and get online and talk to me.
in other news,
AVENGED SEVENFOLD TOMORROW HOLY FUCK IM SO EXCITED.
but they sure are persistent. persuading paige and i to hop in liz's car and go.
"can i wear your underware? mine are all sweaty and stuff."
"sure. oh sorry i only wear thongs."
really? only wear thongs?
"it's an unpickable wedgie!!" paigie screams.
and oh, it's so true.
i wore the shortest skirt that i've ever seen and one of her tanktops. i put on her makeup and did my hair with her flatiron. everything i wore that night except my shoes were hers. a few of us were like that actually.
we got ready and told secrets, ate food, took pictures, and envied the german girl for her beauty. then we hopped into the car. hannah sitting on top of me, and leah, on whoever she was on.
when we arrived, jada and jazz got out of the car in front of us. we all hopped out and ran to catch up. once inside we hit the dance floor.
so. many. people.
leah and newman got boys almost instantly, too bad leahs boy was a stalker. that followed us when we went to get water, then found her two hours later while she was with another guy.
we were there for 5 minutes and it already felt like we had taken a shower.
after many songs, leahs 7th boy, newmans 5th, g's 2nd hookup, and 2hours, someone started to danced with me. then leah was on her 8th, j was on her 1000th probably, bri was on her...idk. but she was on one.
j...was being a whore. to say the least. so much that during her 1900th boy, she got tapped out for about 20 minutes. anywho, back to what i was saying.
we danced for 2 songs. i forget the first one, but then we danced to low. and leah got sandwiched and she was happy. so i danced with this guy and j had sex with clothes on and the song ended. before he left he handed me his phone. of course, being me, i panicked and gave him my number.
many were shocked.
but it comforted me to know the j gave out hers to at least 2 and she has a boyfriend as well. it also comforted me when, at the end, we were sitting together and she was pointing out all she danced with and said, "see that? that's mine." "what about your bf?" "oh. damn."
she almost forgot. not only did i laugh, but it assured me that i wasn't being a whore/slut in anyway...really...compared to her at least.
all in the name of fun they said. besides, he'll probably never call. and if he does, it's not like im gonna do anything with him.
maybe hang out once or twice, but it will deff be a group thing.
anywho, j got tapped out, leah had her 10th, newman had her 7th, i danced around with paigie, liz, and more. when we only had 30 minutes we peaced out and sat in the air conditioned cafeteria and talked until it was time to go.
all our clothes were drenched. and i mean, jumped into a pool fully clothed drenched. it was disgusting.
but we had fun.
and i saw joe, who i haven't seen in like, a year or two. he's still really short. its funny.
i saw a lot more people i knew.
i had fun.
my foot hurts from soccer practice.
and now more than ever i freaking miss the boy and he should be unpunished and get online and talk to me.
in other news,
AVENGED SEVENFOLD TOMORROW HOLY FUCK IM SO EXCITED.
skip school, start fights...
HIT THE LIGHTS.
so. much. work.
it's the first legit day of school and i'm drowning in work.
i'm already failing, and we haven't turned in one assignment.
but i did dye my googles pretty colors in my chem class...YAY MY CHEM. LIKE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. *spazzes* that makes me happpppy!!
guitar starts on the 17th. i should probably get on that.
they boy is grounded for having a fight with his parents.
i don't know what they fought about, but i have a feeling it is at least partially my fault.
i'm sorry. i don't like it when your punished. especially if it's because of me.
i wear his hoodie in all the buildings except hardy, cause that shit is hott.
when i pass people they say, "that hoodie is so. big."
"it's not mine."
its quite funny.
french is going to be a bitch. i can already tell.
so is history. i'm not excited.
but i do like the fact that i have a morning free. i can do whatever for 70minutes. yayy!!
i'm kinda ticked at anna. not too much, but kinda.
i told her not to tell cause i was not ready to tell her.
and hilary, really?
i was not planning on telling her...but okay.
eh, whatever. what's done is done.
in non-school related words,
AVENGED SEVENFOLD ON SUNDAY OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD.
oh, and i'm planning on strangling rachel a.
so. much. work.
it's the first legit day of school and i'm drowning in work.
i'm already failing, and we haven't turned in one assignment.
but i did dye my googles pretty colors in my chem class...YAY MY CHEM. LIKE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. *spazzes* that makes me happpppy!!
guitar starts on the 17th. i should probably get on that.
they boy is grounded for having a fight with his parents.
i don't know what they fought about, but i have a feeling it is at least partially my fault.
i'm sorry. i don't like it when your punished. especially if it's because of me.
i wear his hoodie in all the buildings except hardy, cause that shit is hott.
when i pass people they say, "that hoodie is so. big."
"it's not mine."
its quite funny.
french is going to be a bitch. i can already tell.
so is history. i'm not excited.
but i do like the fact that i have a morning free. i can do whatever for 70minutes. yayy!!
i'm kinda ticked at anna. not too much, but kinda.
i told her not to tell cause i was not ready to tell her.
and hilary, really?
i was not planning on telling her...but okay.
eh, whatever. what's done is done.
in non-school related words,
AVENGED SEVENFOLD ON SUNDAY OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD.
oh, and i'm planning on strangling rachel a.
summer hair...
summer is officially over. it's quite upsetting.
im sitting in the kitchen with my laptop, wearing his hoodie, and thinking about all the things that happened this summer.
it was a good one.
okay, lied.
it was a great one.
not an ounce of me is excited for it to end. i've already seen everyone that i really want to.
im not excited for the work and waking up early.
not excited in the slightest.
urg,
this is upsetting.
it's a "school night."
-sighs-
im sitting in the kitchen with my laptop, wearing his hoodie, and thinking about all the things that happened this summer.
it was a good one.
okay, lied.
it was a great one.
not an ounce of me is excited for it to end. i've already seen everyone that i really want to.
im not excited for the work and waking up early.
not excited in the slightest.
urg,
this is upsetting.
it's a "school night."
-sighs-
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