"..Or you can make like a pheonix and rise from the pathetic ashes of your life."
So, it's about 11:30 pm and I am so tired. I think I wrote down about half of my hw. Third day and i'm already tired of it. I tell you it's gonna take some stamina or hardcore fic/ sudden addiction to cafeine to get me through this one. All of a sudden it's like, well since you've had the medium route not we're gonna kick it up a notch, or a few notches. Oh hell, let's just make things really friggen hard ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Every teacher wants to be treated like an actual teacher to be respected and worshipped. Well too bad for them, cause frankly i'm not the only one that doesn't really care. It's funny when a whole class can have a bad case of the lazies. My whole English class does. It's hilarious but somehow we wing it. New addiction show! The Real World! Well, it's not new, but I've never seen it. My sister painted my nails red. or salmon. something. The lights cheat my eyes. I bought the fall out boy album today. Fcuk, it's different. I should have bought the damn All American Rejects album! :( Tried strawberry red vines for the first time today. They made my teeth kinda sore. Also, today I had a quaint visitation with my orthodontist. Got in trouble for not really wearing my retainers. But i'm getting a free upper one anyway and mommy doesn't know yet. Kudos, dentist dude. Someone is being nice.