Dance and Pain
i <3 ryan
Elliot, me, and Will in the back
Elliot and Haley
paige and morgan
group
group dos
group tres
Ever since 5 of friday i have been out, with small intervals of sleep but nothing to keep me going yet i still did. My throat was on fire, my chest seemed about to crack at any moment. My neck is so amazingly sore and i dont know why.
Last night i went to bed at 11 and didnt begin to go to sleep untill 4:13 am. My nose would clog up and i wouldnt be able to breath and then i would wake up just as i was falling asleep. fuck i feel like shit. Cap guns are amazing, and i am sorry to bore you but i was sick as shit.
3 days of school left. I think that the body can only take so many days of school before it just collapses like so.
Fuck it i really dont know whatt o think of some people.
I was good to see the point of view of the obvious asshole explain why he is an asshole.
Some people are just aggh.
I wrote a one act play, and i think it isnt that good, but bryan and i wrote it so you know it will be amazing.
Wow the DANCE:
some people just looked amazingly pretty, but those were the people who never wear makeup like asia and paige, adn when you seem them wear it you are shocked.
But those people who regularly wear makeup wore more makeup and they looked like fucking oompa loompa clowns, gah.
STEPH DARNIEL'S DRESS: what the fuck went through her mind. dresses are not supposed to have a circumference of a fucking foot ball field. make room for the rest of the dance geez gah.
Will wore a kilt, without underwear and it was hip.
Patrick stole my word of esque, but i gave ti up a few weeks a go.
Too many people looked like cinderella with too much bronzier.
Chassie had an amazing dress but she seemed really pissed off about something
Wow, first you are all different and come friday you are the same and at brants?
People are changing and certain people are taking what seems to be a turn for the worst or maybe i am just yet to jump on this bandwagon whatever, geez
i should write more but i feel i cant, where the hell is my les mis, i need a tear jerker