I forgot about Livejournal
I forgot about this thing.
Jeezus I am so tired and sick of college apps. and my parents. and my brother. and fred. and false friends. and getting ready for auditions. and stupid teachers. and social intrigue, and being single, and being angry adn caustic. I really wish something really good would happen for me, like a relationship that actually works out or maybe even a sick bullseye in archery. or if Squareball could come back. Or if Jason Mraz wanted to hang out. Or even- anything- getting into a college being able to sleep at night, figuring out how to tell friend from foe, joining a sick rock band and jumping around toting a guitar like Call her Alaska or even just- jeezus! being in shape or wanted or- gaahh not being discontent! jeezus! or even Project Runway reruns- or just a day where my armpits don't perspire akwardly and I don't do anything awkward. please- or like, renewed faith in eternal salvation and a divine being. or my grampa dying quickly and peacefully rather than painfully and drawn out. or my teeth not being yellow. or my gut not being so awk. or being able to do the musical review or trojon women. eeurgh.
I remember what this thing is for now.
Jeezus I am so tired and sick of college apps. and my parents. and my brother. and fred. and false friends. and getting ready for auditions. and stupid teachers. and social intrigue, and being single, and being angry adn caustic. I really wish something really good would happen for me, like a relationship that actually works out or maybe even a sick bullseye in archery. or if Squareball could come back. Or if Jason Mraz wanted to hang out. Or even- anything- getting into a college being able to sleep at night, figuring out how to tell friend from foe, joining a sick rock band and jumping around toting a guitar like Call her Alaska or even just- jeezus! being in shape or wanted or- gaahh not being discontent! jeezus! or even Project Runway reruns- or just a day where my armpits don't perspire akwardly and I don't do anything awkward. please- or like, renewed faith in eternal salvation and a divine being. or my grampa dying quickly and peacefully rather than painfully and drawn out. or my teeth not being yellow. or my gut not being so awk. or being able to do the musical review or trojon women. eeurgh.
I remember what this thing is for now.