OH JESUS FUCK I'M HOME. (CAPS LOCK NECESSARY.)
Don't expect a commemorative journal detailing all my memories from the past school year. It's not my style, and I am far too lazy to do anything as introspective as that. So no. Just that it's over. And I'm home now. And my dad forgot my pepperoni rolls.
But I'm gonna go see Iron Man 2 with some friends on Monday. And then MOVIE NIGHT WITH
japanesejunkie!!! SO MUCH AWESOME RIGHT THERE.
Yes. This journal mostly consists of my badly sketched emotive semi-self portraits.