remember when i was pretty?
school killed it.
EDIT:
today was rather disappointing.
during one of my study halls i got to listen to ethan miller and kelsey weeden discuss what meaningful relationships are (LOLZ).
when i got home my grandmother had left, which she wasn't supposed to until tomorrow, but she was worried about her cat. still, i was disappointed. she's the first grownup to put any sort of positive spin on me graduating and moving out. as consolation she left me a bottle of Clinique Happy perfume with a really cute orange case that has a little orange-rhinestone keychain that says Happy. Low and behold when I got it out of the box the keychain read appy, and there was no H to be found.
Whatever, I dont need a pretty keychain anyway.
Then my mom led me on like she was going to let me go to AWA with Satori this weekend. Got out a map and found the intersection on 85 we could meet up at!! Then, she proceeded to say, "your health is too bad for me to let you go party in Atl. for the weekend." I know that inside she is so happy that I've been sick. It's the easiest excuse she's had to bar me from having a happy adventure in a long time. Before this she had to resort to the good old, "I don't trust other kids, even though I'm ignoring the fact that most of your friends are straight edge."
fuck that bitch.
as far as i'm concerned as soon as i leave for college i'm estranged.