Let me just chuck mental grenades at it and continue on my way.
My sister is a really wonderful writer. I'm very proud of her--I just hope this "expressing emotions with words on paper instead of expressing emotions with fits of evil preteen rage" thing works out. Seriously. Yesterday I thought my life was going to end. While watching Princess Mononoke (which was great by the way) Dad and Lauren got into a fight. One of Lauren's flaws? She has no idea WHEN to shut up. So she ends up getting ME in trouble. When I did absolutely nothing. Bitch.
My mom knows me too well. I was really depressed on Saturday and she guessed why immediately. I guess when I'm sulky I'm pretty predictable...hmm. Oh well. The depression was nothing a little MSG and a 4-hour marathon of Scrubs couldn't fix.
I'm really behind on schoolwork right now. But I don't really care. Mwahahahahha!
The game on Friday depressed me. Calvin was sitting next to me, and I just felt so bad for him and his dad. I loathe Hoover.
And I'm trying to think of more things to say. Oh yes. 96 on my anatomy test FUCK yeah.
...I need some new icons...
My mom knows me too well. I was really depressed on Saturday and she guessed why immediately. I guess when I'm sulky I'm pretty predictable...hmm. Oh well. The depression was nothing a little MSG and a 4-hour marathon of Scrubs couldn't fix.
I'm really behind on schoolwork right now. But I don't really care. Mwahahahahha!
The game on Friday depressed me. Calvin was sitting next to me, and I just felt so bad for him and his dad. I loathe Hoover.
And I'm trying to think of more things to say. Oh yes. 96 on my anatomy test FUCK yeah.
...I need some new icons...