So you understand less as the pages turn . . .
Arg, it's seven AM on a god-damned Saturday and I'm up. Why?
SAT's. Huzzah!
I have to take them at SCA. I hope I don't melt.
Oh yeah, remember that article I had to write on teenage romance?
Yeeeeeeah, it kinda sorta accidently became incredibly bitter.
Whoops.
Looking back, sometimes I'm glad that I did what I did.
Other times, I wonder why I didn't just stay at Kaydees like I was supposed to.
Reading my old entries make me want to vomit. They really do.
In fact, I'm gonna go do that right now!
Why can't MY Hollywood look this cool?!
SAT's. Huzzah!
I have to take them at SCA. I hope I don't melt.
Oh yeah, remember that article I had to write on teenage romance?
Yeeeeeeah, it kinda sorta accidently became incredibly bitter.
Whoops.
Looking back, sometimes I'm glad that I did what I did.
Other times, I wonder why I didn't just stay at Kaydees like I was supposed to.
Reading my old entries make me want to vomit. They really do.
In fact, I'm gonna go do that right now!
Why can't MY Hollywood look this cool?!