the power and the money
money and the power
minute after minute
hour after hour
i'm so cooold especially the fingers on my right hand
wintcond starts tomorrow i'm going to DIE i'm so out of shape
slash i'm really excited to get rid of some of this flab/gain like 80 pounds of muscle
gave my 2 weeks notice at work
but it's sad cause i really like work actually. and not just the money, like the people too.
sooo much on my mind lately. a lot of it really depressing. but a lot of fun and happy things too. i just don't knowww about life. all of a sudden i feel weirdly not ready for high school to end. ha ha. i guess i still have like 7 months left which is a pretty long time. i just . . . i don't know. i feel like i didn't do anything with my life my first 1.5/2 years of high school. like i think back to freshman and sophomore year and whoever i was then seems so different from whoever i am now. i don't really remember what it was like to be me then or what i thought or felt or even did on a daily basis. i guess i've been here longer than i realize.
for the first time in my life i really don't like language arts and am about to get a c in the class actually. if it weren't for ms. strentz's drug stories and certain amazing people i would not be feeling that class at all.
i hope i get into brown
minute after minute
hour after hour
i'm so cooold especially the fingers on my right hand
wintcond starts tomorrow i'm going to DIE i'm so out of shape
slash i'm really excited to get rid of some of this flab/gain like 80 pounds of muscle
gave my 2 weeks notice at work
but it's sad cause i really like work actually. and not just the money, like the people too.
sooo much on my mind lately. a lot of it really depressing. but a lot of fun and happy things too. i just don't knowww about life. all of a sudden i feel weirdly not ready for high school to end. ha ha. i guess i still have like 7 months left which is a pretty long time. i just . . . i don't know. i feel like i didn't do anything with my life my first 1.5/2 years of high school. like i think back to freshman and sophomore year and whoever i was then seems so different from whoever i am now. i don't really remember what it was like to be me then or what i thought or felt or even did on a daily basis. i guess i've been here longer than i realize.
for the first time in my life i really don't like language arts and am about to get a c in the class actually. if it weren't for ms. strentz's drug stories and certain amazing people i would not be feeling that class at all.
i hope i get into brown