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Why am I online so late at night? Simple. I'm bored. Listening to Simple Plan's album on http://www.mtv.com which isn't bad, of course, considering I love Simple Plan to death.
Their newest album is awesome, and I'm dieing to buy it. It comes out in four days. My sister may be taking me on the Saturday afterwards to YorkDale to buy it, and watch The Grudge; the two things I'm actually looking forward to.
School's a bore, and I've got homework. Pfft; what else is new? I've decided not to care about all the ideas everyone has in their stupid heads about me. It's pointless to please all. In doing that, I'd be a gina. Eck. I couldn't stand it; hair, make-up, clothes, accessories. Being me is so much easier. A pink t-shirt and jeans are fine by me. The labels are making me upset though. My friends are claiming I'm a gina, just 'cause I have jeans from Urban Behaviour (UB). The jeans look more rockerish than they do ginaish, so they call all shut the hell up and leave me alone. And that's not all; the criticize my every move. They all say I'm going out with some guy, who's truly only a close friend. I mean, c'mon, they hate it when I say stuff like that about them, so why do they bother saying the same stuff about me? It makes me upset. But, I'm not bothering with them any longer.
My friend has scanned a bunch of my drawings... but wait I'm waiting for is my trip to Albion Hills, where I'll be taking a disposable camera for my own use. No cd walkmans under any circumstance while I'm up there. 3 days and 2 nights without music, is, well, deadly. I'll go insane. I'll sing my self to sleep every night. My partner for the cabin ditched me, so I'm left with no partner; I think. Or maybe my friend Sonia said she was my partner, I dunno anymore. I mean, it's all so confusing.
I'm really bored... truly. And there's no point to this journal entry which I have typed out to bore the heck outta ya'll who bother reading it. ^.~
Their newest album is awesome, and I'm dieing to buy it. It comes out in four days. My sister may be taking me on the Saturday afterwards to YorkDale to buy it, and watch The Grudge; the two things I'm actually looking forward to.
School's a bore, and I've got homework. Pfft; what else is new? I've decided not to care about all the ideas everyone has in their stupid heads about me. It's pointless to please all. In doing that, I'd be a gina. Eck. I couldn't stand it; hair, make-up, clothes, accessories. Being me is so much easier. A pink t-shirt and jeans are fine by me. The labels are making me upset though. My friends are claiming I'm a gina, just 'cause I have jeans from Urban Behaviour (UB). The jeans look more rockerish than they do ginaish, so they call all shut the hell up and leave me alone. And that's not all; the criticize my every move. They all say I'm going out with some guy, who's truly only a close friend. I mean, c'mon, they hate it when I say stuff like that about them, so why do they bother saying the same stuff about me? It makes me upset. But, I'm not bothering with them any longer.
My friend has scanned a bunch of my drawings... but wait I'm waiting for is my trip to Albion Hills, where I'll be taking a disposable camera for my own use. No cd walkmans under any circumstance while I'm up there. 3 days and 2 nights without music, is, well, deadly. I'll go insane. I'll sing my self to sleep every night. My partner for the cabin ditched me, so I'm left with no partner; I think. Or maybe my friend Sonia said she was my partner, I dunno anymore. I mean, it's all so confusing.
I'm really bored... truly. And there's no point to this journal entry which I have typed out to bore the heck outta ya'll who bother reading it. ^.~