It's a hard knock life.
"Next.. they'll be making birth control lip gloss" - Ms. Irving (B4 American History Class.)
That had to be the funniest thing I've heard all week.
Man, I love my American History class.. with or without Mrs. Meadows being there.
i'm feeling random. hold on.
whip it good.
leigh and i talked. it seems like she always calls or IMs when i need her the most. and she doesn't even know it.
its like she knows, without knowing, i need to hear from her. strangeness. her boobs have gotten bigger. and that makes me happy. just don't ask.
i really love working at dominos. even though i wouldn't recommend it to anyone. i love it because it fits me to an extent.
everyone looks out for me and its somewhat funny. there are fifty million guys and one of me. and it doesn't phase me.
i love it when people call me on the job. just say hey and talk. its all good.. even if i do get in trouble.
give it to me baby.
so, how about I have 4 a's and 4 b's on my report card.
and for some reason, that isn't good enough. i'm going to be harder on myself, but i need inspiration.
i need to come up to charlotte for like day and then i'll be set for a couple of weeks.
man, that FCAT was the most pointless test i've ever taken. more pointless than all those chemistry quizzes.
and don't get me started with my issue with the scantron. lets leave it at that.
i doubt i would've had as much fun without Blake being there for the FCAT. it was nice having someone to waste three hours with.
blake and i are planning on coming up charlotte sometime. or so, he says.
hm. lets see how this plan is going to last.
i haven't been to chorus in three days. and you know what? i don't care.
fuck it. i told leigh i didn't want to sing anymore. and she seemed a bit worried. hmm. i'm thinking i should be a tad worried.
take me there, i want to go there. take me to that great place with wonders and wishes.
i talked to shell. for the first time in forever. the funny thing is, i see her everyday.
everyone loves going through my wallet and she is in there. it seems like her picture is the first thing everyone pulls out.
"who is this?" - "my best friend from charlotte." - "awe. she is pretty and what she wrote was sweet."
it never fails. i see you all the time shell. i haven't forgotten you and never will.
i hate the fact i can't be myself down here. i mean i am myself, but i cant do things i would normally do for people. without everyone thinking otherwise. i think this is the hardest thing i'm dealing with.
oh hell. i really want britney's greatest hits cd. or whatever the hell her new cd is called.
i've been in this britney mood and its only been hitting me at work.
hit me baby one more time.
i am going to take off friday and go to the dance.
i'm going to be positive. and make elizabeth be positive with me.
i refuse for these people to break me. and they wont.
i didn't come from NWSA for this shit.
i got hit on by a costumer last night. it was so akward.
and i can't be bitchy to costumers. so, i took it.
but.. i got tipped two dollars last night. score.
"thekeepontrucking" bonca.
- see what Wendy's can do a person.