i love the bass in "The Good Times Are Killing Me"
meet the top of my blue lamp.
aye, counting down to my departure. 5 days (i think?). hmm, went shopping w/ my mom today. so much fighting, i'm sick of it. i'm trying to follow her new 11 o'clock curfew (as well as showing her more respect) and it's killing me. it makes me want to stay out even later even though i know i prbly won't be doing anything too amazing. if i'm not out, i'm sitting at my computer. lame. respecting her curfew made her shut up about coming home late, but theirs still too many arguments. her views and reasoning for everything frustrates me so much. she has too much pride in herslef and never wants to admit that she's wrong. the most selfish, and annoying explanations for everything. vlarf. oh well, i'll be out soon enough?