sometimes i just want to kick myself
so i woke up from my "nap" and behold, it's 7:58. So I sit there for a minute or so trying to remember what I was supposed to do tonight and didn't end up doing. Then I figure it out... I flippin' didn't go to ballet! I really wanted to go too!!! and this is going to sound extremely lame but I'm really upset that I didn't go and it's not because my mom didn't wake me up, because she tried 3 times and apparently i told her the 3rd time that i just didn't want to go. and thus, the kicking of thine self began and now i'm even more mad at myself because I sound like Nathaniel Hawthorne!!!!! agh!