Sweet Jesus, I'm really dizzy.
I DON’T LIKE ALL THESE SIDE EFFECTS. NOT ONE BIT.
I'm turning my life around.
Starting now, a lot of things are going to be changing.
I feel like I'm going to cry at some point...
I think I needed this. My eyes have been opened.
Another hour of this?
French geography is really fucking boring.
Excuse me while I go smack my head against the wall.
Well now I'm freaking out. Awesome. I'm off to...
Maybe I should be freaking out about what happened today? I don’t know. I feel like part of me should be spazzing the fuck out, but I’m just… not. Mentally I know I shouldn’t be okay with this, but I’m just not worried. I’m looking into some things right now, and it’s still not freaking me out, even though it’s saying that something terrible...
I sure as hell didn’t until a couple minutes ago. I just logged into my account. Nothing new. Bummer.
I didn't get yelled at today, which was pretty...
I was fully prepared for my mother to yell at me, but all that happened was my dad scolded me a little bit. I can handle a little scolding from my dad.
Well I'm going to turn on my electric blanket now...
Sounds like a smart plan.
Ha! FUCK YOU.
I got all the tags out without fucking up the lace. TAKE THAT H&M! YOU CAN’T BEAT ME!
Seriously, who thought this would be a good idea? WHO? WHO THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO SEW THE GOD DAMMED TAG TO LACE?
Why do manufactures put tags on thongs? WHY?
THERE IS A SPIDER CRAWLING ON MY DESK. I CANNOT...
I trapped it under my candle lid and now I don’t know what to do.
I just found a box in my closet.
It’s full of papers and what not I assume, but I want the box itself, not the sit in it. It’s an old Pabst Blue Ribbon box. I don’t know why I want this said box. But I’m going to dig it out one of these days.
I'm a little curious where my posters are.
I got an e-mail saying that they were shipped, so are they flying over the ocean right now? I wish I could track them. I just want to know!
Mac, I'm sorry.
Only one more night of football and you won’t be bothered by it on my blog for quite some time.
So, who is the moron that chose this guy to sing...
I'm gonna make a cheesecake. Today.
I’ve been thinking about it for like a week now. This needs to happen. It’s gonna be delicious.
my mother is home. fuck. i’ll just sit here doing homework.
I just love my drunk friends.
Sam: Becca i loev youj sp much!! i miss youi come visit me sooon plnease! davoid os suc a lucky guy im so happy goer you :) i love youjuuuuu!!!n!n!
Me: Are you drunk?
Sam: I klove you!!!!n! beccccaaa
Me: Love you too Sam
Sam: Hwo are youujuj? are you with dacid??? tell yoism i say hi :)p
Me: I'm good. Sadlly not :( Next time I see him though I'll let him know.
Sam: Oqkyy :) hes a good huy hws a lucly guy yours awesome and i miuss you so mujch!
Me: I miss you too. I promise to come visit soon.
Sam: Yes splaease :)
Apparently my mother coddles me too much.
After they had their very quiet argument, she stormed out the door and we have no clue where she went. I think I shall throw some clothes on and go somewhere before she gets back. Smart idea? Probably not.
Awesome. My parents are mad at each other because...
I take this as my cue to leave the house before all hell breaks loose.
j-sickuhphan: Somebody That I Used to Know (ft....
Or instead of doing homework, I can watch Harry...
Well, finished with the math book work, now I have...
Tonight is just too damn productive for me to stop. This never happens.
Whoops, watching Glee.
What has life come to? Math homework and Glee. What an awesome Saturday night.