Dec 12, 2005 09:51
I think I will be sick forever. I think I'll always in my head want to choose sleeping over everything else in life and I think I'll always feel tired no matter how much I sleep.
I realized that Saturday night at Holly's was totally a party. I didn't realize it at the time, but it so was. It was a bunch of high kids dancing while Kyle threw up in the bathroom from drinking too much and oh man...it was totally a party. Too bad nobody did it though. Except I wouldn't have wanted to do it with Kyle throwing up in every room fo the house. "I'm on stage baby, I'm on stage!"
Spanish is stressing me out so bad. I had THREE separate dreams about confronting Senor Fettig about making up that test I missed making up on Thursday. THREE! In one he was really mean about it, in another he was understanding, and in the third he just asked me about this movie I supposedly did with Adam Pfaff and Zach Vines and when I said I didn't do a movie with them let alone one at all, he accused me of lying and took me to the Groves film fest to try and find it. It was weird.
I'm thinking of cancelling the Yule Ball. It'll be so much work and I don't know if I really want to do all of it (because God knows Hanna won't do shit (I love you Hanna!) ) And I haven't sent out the invitations yet so I think I'm just going to subtly toss them in the trash and act like nothing was ever said.
Alright, I'm going to go straighten my hair and get ready for my return to school for AP LIT (the bane of my existance).
Byeee
-Alyssa-