Why isn't violated one of the mood categories?
I don't know where to start. But maybe I should say that I have NO self control. It's completely horrid. I feel terrible. I might cry....No. I won't.
The speech tournament was really fun. It actually made me like speech. ?!?!?!?! And I got to know a lot of great people. But unfortunately, there were also those people who got on my last nerve. Geesh. I mean, Andy Allen in particular walks around like he 'knows' everyone is infatuated by him. And he's quite rude to dweebs like me. >:| But whatever.
I've decided that it's lame to go around subjects when I should just state what I really feel, you know, get it out in the open. I'll tell everyone how I feel in time.
I bet my mom is probably able to hear every letter I am typing on this computer. She can hear everything, I swear! It stinks to be me. Not really, but sort of.
Ah! I very well may be getting a C in math. I've never gotten a C before on my report card. I don't know what I'm going to do. Cry, maybe. Sometimes I can't even sleep at night because I lie there just thinking about it. How I'm not going to have a 4.0 like *Chad* (gag), and then I won't be able to get into just about any college that I want to. Then I won't have an INCREDIBLY successful life, making me another mere mortal unknown to the world. Fuck!
I love that word.
I'm really tired, and I have dryland tomorrow at 10:00...AM...haha. But I don't want to have wasted my time writing this entry by not saying everything I need to say. Oh well, I guess. I'll write more later.
Oh yeah, I'm going to sweethearts with Mark Bleahu, and my dress is long (enough to conceal my swimming legs!), golden brown, spaghetti strapped, and cinched at the top. I think I love it. And I think I love dresses...ha, who am I kidding? I KNOW I love them. :D
Ah....sleep sounds beautiful right now...>O <-does that look like a yawn face? Well, if it doesn't, I actually don't care because you now know it should.
Goodnight!!
The speech tournament was really fun. It actually made me like speech. ?!?!?!?! And I got to know a lot of great people. But unfortunately, there were also those people who got on my last nerve. Geesh. I mean, Andy Allen in particular walks around like he 'knows' everyone is infatuated by him. And he's quite rude to dweebs like me. >:| But whatever.
I've decided that it's lame to go around subjects when I should just state what I really feel, you know, get it out in the open. I'll tell everyone how I feel in time.
I bet my mom is probably able to hear every letter I am typing on this computer. She can hear everything, I swear! It stinks to be me. Not really, but sort of.
Ah! I very well may be getting a C in math. I've never gotten a C before on my report card. I don't know what I'm going to do. Cry, maybe. Sometimes I can't even sleep at night because I lie there just thinking about it. How I'm not going to have a 4.0 like *Chad* (gag), and then I won't be able to get into just about any college that I want to. Then I won't have an INCREDIBLY successful life, making me another mere mortal unknown to the world. Fuck!
I love that word.
I'm really tired, and I have dryland tomorrow at 10:00...AM...haha. But I don't want to have wasted my time writing this entry by not saying everything I need to say. Oh well, I guess. I'll write more later.
Oh yeah, I'm going to sweethearts with Mark Bleahu, and my dress is long (enough to conceal my swimming legs!), golden brown, spaghetti strapped, and cinched at the top. I think I love it. And I think I love dresses...ha, who am I kidding? I KNOW I love them. :D
Ah....sleep sounds beautiful right now...>O <-does that look like a yawn face? Well, if it doesn't, I actually don't care because you now know it should.
Goodnight!!