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Hmm...
Getting trashed after school at 4:30 pm isn't such a great idea :/
Going to the movie theater shitfaced isn't bright, either. Especially when the place is loaded with middle schoolers o_O
Showing up to cello choir, TRIPPIN, doesn't make me a great "leader". Driving around like that? No, no, I guess not.
But world, SHOVE IT.
I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm no escapist this year. I'm enjoying myself, and having a good time. Ain't nothing wrong with that. That's what everyone wants. To enjoy themselves, to be happy, to feel loved.
Doesn't make sense to me how I've had people from school request to be my friend on myspace, when they don't even say a word to me in school. Probably only did so because they recognize me or had me for a class in 6th grade. Pft. Fuck em.
"I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once, more than once, and you looked as sincere as a dog... I bet you could never tell, but I knew you didn't know me that well. It is my fault you see, you never learned that much from me. Oh you silly stupid past time of mine. You were always good for a rhyme,and from the first to the last times, the signs said 'stop' but we went on whole-hearted it ended bad but i love what we started..."
Interlochen. I can not stop thinking about it. Everything I do makes me think about Interlochen. Anytime Mr. Tovar mentions next year, I can only think, "I might not be here..." Anything I do I think about how it'll be my last time before I head up north. I think that's why I went to the football game last week. I want to make sure I have a least one football experience under my belt before next year. Like prom, but that's already locked up in my memory thanks to Jude.
Crazy because I haven't even applied yet, that's just where I want to be. For now, I'm kicking it. All is fabulous...Not all, but close enough.
Irvin wants me to play with him and a couple other people at his school talent show and battle of the bands! I'm so flattered ^_^ I'll be the only pimpin girl in the group. I like to play in the boys league. That's how I do. Show em how it's done. BAAAMMM!
Haaaa I disgust myself with my stupid ego.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. In Stephen's words, "it's gonna be a fat cello day" Ew, and he didn't call for our ritual 9:30 chat. What a disappointment.
Musta passed out.
Oh...or not. Gotta date with the night. Fuck yeah.
Getting trashed after school at 4:30 pm isn't such a great idea :/
Going to the movie theater shitfaced isn't bright, either. Especially when the place is loaded with middle schoolers o_O
Showing up to cello choir, TRIPPIN, doesn't make me a great "leader". Driving around like that? No, no, I guess not.
But world, SHOVE IT.
I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm no escapist this year. I'm enjoying myself, and having a good time. Ain't nothing wrong with that. That's what everyone wants. To enjoy themselves, to be happy, to feel loved.
Doesn't make sense to me how I've had people from school request to be my friend on myspace, when they don't even say a word to me in school. Probably only did so because they recognize me or had me for a class in 6th grade. Pft. Fuck em.
"I opened my eyes while you were kissing me once, more than once, and you looked as sincere as a dog... I bet you could never tell, but I knew you didn't know me that well. It is my fault you see, you never learned that much from me. Oh you silly stupid past time of mine. You were always good for a rhyme,and from the first to the last times, the signs said 'stop' but we went on whole-hearted it ended bad but i love what we started..."
Interlochen. I can not stop thinking about it. Everything I do makes me think about Interlochen. Anytime Mr. Tovar mentions next year, I can only think, "I might not be here..." Anything I do I think about how it'll be my last time before I head up north. I think that's why I went to the football game last week. I want to make sure I have a least one football experience under my belt before next year. Like prom, but that's already locked up in my memory thanks to Jude.
Crazy because I haven't even applied yet, that's just where I want to be. For now, I'm kicking it. All is fabulous...Not all, but close enough.
Irvin wants me to play with him and a couple other people at his school talent show and battle of the bands! I'm so flattered ^_^ I'll be the only pimpin girl in the group. I like to play in the boys league. That's how I do. Show em how it's done. BAAAMMM!
Haaaa I disgust myself with my stupid ego.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. In Stephen's words, "it's gonna be a fat cello day" Ew, and he didn't call for our ritual 9:30 chat. What a disappointment.
Musta passed out.
Oh...or not. Gotta date with the night. Fuck yeah.