yaaaaaaay live journals!
yes. putas fo lyfe.
wtf.
sooo i came up with the most BRILLANT Christmas present idea(s) today, and i am QUITE proud of myself. watch me not go through with all of it because i'm a lazy moron. but whatever! if you think you're important to my existence, do look forward to what i am going to give you, because TRUST ME, it's worthwhile. maybe. if i do it.
i just made a bet that good ol' kevie d can't make fun of me ALL FRICKIN WEEK, the week offically ends friday after school. the bitch is on, playas. since i see him probably like ten million times a day,he's frickin in for one hell of a good time. my springroll is going to taste immaculate.
i busted out some mad practicing on the piano today which is really rare but i love the song that i HAVE to master before, i wanna say february, march-ish? and by master, i mean frickin spit it out like it's my life. i need to wow my judges and get yet another superior rating up my keister since i haven't in mmm 3 years? maybe four. i dont know.
there's a slam on friday and i only have one poem ready. ugh. kill me now? and while you're at it, please come and support me, it'll make me smile like this =D wide-eyed and everything.
so i DEFINITELY copied neener beener with the whole updating my live journal thing. haha. thanks for reminding me that i had one! but wtv, YOUR PRESENT IS GONNA BE SWEET OFF THE WAZOO. FA SHO. best believe, ms. i'm doing research so EAT ME.
perhaps i'll do my tarea now, and prepare to actually go to school tomorrow. and maybe get up early enough so i can park where i'm supposed to park. ugh. fuck you, pcep. i live for June 12th.
espanol tarea is staring me down with its conjugations, ah.
lata playa.
wtf.
sooo i came up with the most BRILLANT Christmas present idea(s) today, and i am QUITE proud of myself. watch me not go through with all of it because i'm a lazy moron. but whatever! if you think you're important to my existence, do look forward to what i am going to give you, because TRUST ME, it's worthwhile. maybe. if i do it.
i just made a bet that good ol' kevie d can't make fun of me ALL FRICKIN WEEK, the week offically ends friday after school. the bitch is on, playas. since i see him probably like ten million times a day,he's frickin in for one hell of a good time. my springroll is going to taste immaculate.
i busted out some mad practicing on the piano today which is really rare but i love the song that i HAVE to master before, i wanna say february, march-ish? and by master, i mean frickin spit it out like it's my life. i need to wow my judges and get yet another superior rating up my keister since i haven't in mmm 3 years? maybe four. i dont know.
there's a slam on friday and i only have one poem ready. ugh. kill me now? and while you're at it, please come and support me, it'll make me smile like this =D wide-eyed and everything.
so i DEFINITELY copied neener beener with the whole updating my live journal thing. haha. thanks for reminding me that i had one! but wtv, YOUR PRESENT IS GONNA BE SWEET OFF THE WAZOO. FA SHO. best believe, ms. i'm doing research so EAT ME.
perhaps i'll do my tarea now, and prepare to actually go to school tomorrow. and maybe get up early enough so i can park where i'm supposed to park. ugh. fuck you, pcep. i live for June 12th.
espanol tarea is staring me down with its conjugations, ah.
lata playa.