let me see...
What is there to say, really? I'm not much into the whole livejournaling thing, lately, h'elas. (I dont even know if that's proper french). But I am still reading all y'all's...so keep up the good work and dont worry that I fell off the face of the earth. (Although that would definately simplify a lot of matters.)
For example. GSA. My mother made me relinquish the position of treasurer, because they are promoting inferior ideas. But there is no way in Gods name I am going to make excuses like that to the club, so all I said to her was "yes, you should invest in a new treasurer." Great scots, my god, the bastards.
I'm surrounded by idiods.
Lately I have been scared of saying much that might be overly angsty and teenagerish, despite the fact that I am both angsty and a teenager (much to my dismay.) So, as a result, I realize what I have to say escapes neither of those catagories, so I shall say nothing, as a result.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
My whole family seems to hate me... oh glory! What rapture! Wtiters block should be treatable by medecine. Or massages. :)
I have a tummy. This needs to go ::poof:: by prom.
For example. GSA. My mother made me relinquish the position of treasurer, because they are promoting inferior ideas. But there is no way in Gods name I am going to make excuses like that to the club, so all I said to her was "yes, you should invest in a new treasurer." Great scots, my god, the bastards.
I'm surrounded by idiods.
Lately I have been scared of saying much that might be overly angsty and teenagerish, despite the fact that I am both angsty and a teenager (much to my dismay.) So, as a result, I realize what I have to say escapes neither of those catagories, so I shall say nothing, as a result.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
My whole family seems to hate me... oh glory! What rapture! Wtiters block should be treatable by medecine. Or massages. :)
I have a tummy. This needs to go ::poof:: by prom.