this ones for you
im rocking a sweet sunburn. i should have listened to my mother when she told me to wear sun screen. that hoe is always right. i hate that.
after i go to the beach i always feel like my eyebrows are salty.
i have many many projects and little to no motivation. not a winning combonation.
i want to finish with school, and finish strong. but i've already accepted the fact that im going to get my first and hopefully only B for the year in high school. well i havent accepted it, but im accepting the fact that i have to accept it. i have to trick myself into thinking its fine. thats going to be a blemish on my gpa calculating sheet. poop.
this is my last summer as a child. how strange. after this its all responsibility and big ears and jobs and 8 more years of school and being poor and not having a permanant residence.
this summer is going to be busy, and sad, and filled up with a gazillion summer assignments that i dont want to do but will do because i'll stress out too much if i procrastinate even though i will and end up sitting inside reading books and writing papers for the last week of my summer. i'll try not to make that a self fulfilling prophecy- my mom always says that. it annoys me. just like when she pisses me off and then tells me i'm choosing to be angry with her. tell your children that if you want to demolish them during an argument. the best counter i've ever been able to come up with is "no im not." she wins with it every time, and i in turn will win with it when i become a real live adult. my children are going to hate me.
after i go to the beach i always feel like my eyebrows are salty.
i have many many projects and little to no motivation. not a winning combonation.
i want to finish with school, and finish strong. but i've already accepted the fact that im going to get my first and hopefully only B for the year in high school. well i havent accepted it, but im accepting the fact that i have to accept it. i have to trick myself into thinking its fine. thats going to be a blemish on my gpa calculating sheet. poop.
this is my last summer as a child. how strange. after this its all responsibility and big ears and jobs and 8 more years of school and being poor and not having a permanant residence.
this summer is going to be busy, and sad, and filled up with a gazillion summer assignments that i dont want to do but will do because i'll stress out too much if i procrastinate even though i will and end up sitting inside reading books and writing papers for the last week of my summer. i'll try not to make that a self fulfilling prophecy- my mom always says that. it annoys me. just like when she pisses me off and then tells me i'm choosing to be angry with her. tell your children that if you want to demolish them during an argument. the best counter i've ever been able to come up with is "no im not." she wins with it every time, and i in turn will win with it when i become a real live adult. my children are going to hate me.