be careful what you do
Last night was The Spill Canvas concert.
Emuhlee got me a ticket for Christmas,
so I went with her, and torrie and jenn.
I was super tired, I like 2 out of 3 of the opening bands.
We had to leave early.
I hate Monday's.
And will end in saying it was really good.
I'm extrmley tired, and have a buttload of global.
I have bruises all over my legs.
And I'm creeped out.
They are huge.
And keep coming back.
Very attractive Jeska.
I feel unimportant.
annnnnnnnnnd like sdrgkljblllah.
Am I missing something? People confuse me.
I'm sick of my dad lecturing me.
But I love him, and feel guilty
for wanting to shoo him out of my room.
I feel gulity when I just sit here and think
SHUT UPPPP.
because he's probably right, I just don't want
to hear it. Any of it.
yeppppppppp