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I am really hurting over this no Good Charlotte thing. Like more than I thought I would. I was okay with not going, until I realized I am really not going, and that sucks. If I had any money I probably WOULD jump on the bus and go tomorrow, but I don't. So tomorrow I am going to sit in my room, watching the Brix dvd, sulking.
I hope my pictures are ready soon so I can at least distract myself with collages and junk. I need to go to Wal-Mart and get a ton of art stuff...... but oh, no money. Snap.
At least I have Paramore and more importantly Jack's Mannequin in 11 days, and 18 days. I will get excited over that once I finish sulking over GC.
This is a whole big steaming pile of whine. I want the Sims, and I want someone to play Rockband with me right now. BOO URNS.
I am going to eat giraffes for lunch. Giraffes in chicken nugget form. I love giraffes.
This week is poo. Over.
I hope my pictures are ready soon so I can at least distract myself with collages and junk. I need to go to Wal-Mart and get a ton of art stuff...... but oh, no money. Snap.
At least I have Paramore and more importantly Jack's Mannequin in 11 days, and 18 days. I will get excited over that once I finish sulking over GC.
This is a whole big steaming pile of whine. I want the Sims, and I want someone to play Rockband with me right now. BOO URNS.
I am going to eat giraffes for lunch. Giraffes in chicken nugget form. I love giraffes.
This week is poo. Over.