"in this blackened wonderland i am the darkened alice"
i fucking hate drama. maybe it's because it's hell week, and hague's a bitch, and i really don't know my lines and tomorrow is our last real rehearsal. i'm not going tonight. i've got too much work to get done. that and my parents won't let me out of the house until my homeworks done. i don't know. maybe i'll go after dinner. hague will yell at me, but i'm at the point where i'll yell back. i'm not doing this again.
my grades are relatively good. my highest grade is 84 in math. go figure. my lowest grade was creative writing. haha. i find it ironic. my eye's all swollen and i can't figure out why. i love ashley. i love katherine. i love hugs from ellen. i slept from 2 to 4.30. it was so nice.
i think i'm getting used to this whole "everybody seems to be hooking up but you" thing. it's not that i don't mind. i really do. but i've always been that friend. i don't know how to explain it. i guess it could be labeled as the "fat friend" (thank you steven lynch). i guess after 16 years of being bigger than the rest of your friends, it's not as hard as it looks. for the most part. i love who i am. i think i'm pretty. granted, there are things i could improve, but still. i guess i'll just wait. if all else fails, i can get a few cats to keep me company and a pool boy to harass. one thing i like about my personality; when i am depressed i can still make at least one person laugh, even if it is just me. i suppose i'd just like to find someone in my 'situation'.
Says she's got it all.
I don't wanna be the one to tell her that she don't.
Late night, in a lonely city...
So hard, she tries to look pretty.
Boys don't even notice her though.
She's in need of attention so...
Lost and naked in the city again.
Intoxicated by a quarter to ten.
Lost and naked in the city again.
Begging for a piece of their attention.
Hot Hot Heat.Naked In The City Again
my grades are relatively good. my highest grade is 84 in math. go figure. my lowest grade was creative writing. haha. i find it ironic. my eye's all swollen and i can't figure out why. i love ashley. i love katherine. i love hugs from ellen. i slept from 2 to 4.30. it was so nice.
i think i'm getting used to this whole "everybody seems to be hooking up but you" thing. it's not that i don't mind. i really do. but i've always been that friend. i don't know how to explain it. i guess it could be labeled as the "fat friend" (thank you steven lynch). i guess after 16 years of being bigger than the rest of your friends, it's not as hard as it looks. for the most part. i love who i am. i think i'm pretty. granted, there are things i could improve, but still. i guess i'll just wait. if all else fails, i can get a few cats to keep me company and a pool boy to harass. one thing i like about my personality; when i am depressed i can still make at least one person laugh, even if it is just me. i suppose i'd just like to find someone in my 'situation'.
Says she's got it all.
I don't wanna be the one to tell her that she don't.
Late night, in a lonely city...
So hard, she tries to look pretty.
Boys don't even notice her though.
She's in need of attention so...
Lost and naked in the city again.
Intoxicated by a quarter to ten.
Lost and naked in the city again.
Begging for a piece of their attention.
Hot Hot Heat.Naked In The City Again