On Having the Voice of an Eighty Year Old
So, I have the voice of an eighty year old, with emphysema! I can hardly speak. And when I do, I sound like... like a toad. And I have this awful thing where I get light headed after speaking for more than five minutes. It's not fun at all. I think I will be staying home from school tomorrow because of how awful my voice is. Must be in prime shape for next weeks mount holly adventure. Speaking of which, Sarah Walker (who is also in Mt. Holly) is cool mo jo. Well, I should say, she has cool mo jo. She's adorable... in bed. Tee Hee, you non-Mt. Holly folk are lllloooossseeerrrsss!
On another note, I am saddened by the current deterioration of what I've long considered a nice, strong friendship. No matter how much shit I may talk, how much body bashing I may perpetrate, Brittany is sad. Speechless and sad. That was my best friend, and I really don't like not having her as a friend, and I'm almost frightened by the prospect of having her as an enemy. If you knew her, you would be frightened too.
Things are so boring when I have to be here alone. And it's not like my mom will let me go out, even if I was inclined to go out. I'm trapped like a rat, or a pig depending upon which part of the state you're from. I need some sprite to fizzle me throat and make me feel happy. Oh yeah.
Well, I shall leave this post for now. If you don't see me for a while, I'm probably not dead. Instead, I'm at home wheezing and being silent.
On another note, I am saddened by the current deterioration of what I've long considered a nice, strong friendship. No matter how much shit I may talk, how much body bashing I may perpetrate, Brittany is sad. Speechless and sad. That was my best friend, and I really don't like not having her as a friend, and I'm almost frightened by the prospect of having her as an enemy. If you knew her, you would be frightened too.
Things are so boring when I have to be here alone. And it's not like my mom will let me go out, even if I was inclined to go out. I'm trapped like a rat, or a pig depending upon which part of the state you're from. I need some sprite to fizzle me throat and make me feel happy. Oh yeah.
Well, I shall leave this post for now. If you don't see me for a while, I'm probably not dead. Instead, I'm at home wheezing and being silent.