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So, I am sitting here enjoying some delicious Apple Cinnamon Waffles.
My brother tried to pig it out and take three of them, leaving one left, but I was like "LEGGO MY EGGO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON"
And now I have two.
Anyways, I sort of feel like updating.
I guess I have Bs in all my classes, but that is okay. Bill Gates was a B student, I'm pretty sure Shuta told me that.
Yesterday I was really uptight and bitchy. I probably made a lot of people feel bad; good.
I bitchslapped Nick because he said he'd come all over me, and Charley let me look at his book on photography.
I can't wait to grow up.
Highschool is wasting my time, I'm not learning anything I'll need to know for my future, except those harsh life lessons of my fellow classmates.
They all suck.
The show was pretty awesome, I hate moshing. I'm a pussy though.
At the show, when people started to mosh my purse was thrown off my shoulder. I was fucked, until someone threw it onto the table. Lots of people lost their shoes. hahahahha
Today I get to meet Simington, I'm hoping I'll fall in love with him like I did Palfman.
I'm marrying Simon. Maybe he'll let me onto American Idol and not criticize me if I give him awesome sex.
My waffles are soft now because I tend to drench everything in syrup, and my stomach hurts.
Yesterday the bus driver was a midget. He almost hit a car, Ryan and I were scared.
I just ate the soggy waffles and now I might puke.
I can't handle certain textures, evidently that was one of them.
I spend my days with the same people, Nick has been coming around a lot.
Yesterday Laura made me a hamburger, it was delicious and I am very grateful.
My mom decided to not pick me up though, since, you know, it's not cold and icy or anything.
I want an English class that is actually challenging. Flick is just a kid, and it annoys the hell out of me. As if there were any hell in me to begin with.
Oh, bloody hell.
My brother tried to pig it out and take three of them, leaving one left, but I was like "LEGGO MY EGGO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON"
And now I have two.
Anyways, I sort of feel like updating.
I guess I have Bs in all my classes, but that is okay. Bill Gates was a B student, I'm pretty sure Shuta told me that.
Yesterday I was really uptight and bitchy. I probably made a lot of people feel bad; good.
I bitchslapped Nick because he said he'd come all over me, and Charley let me look at his book on photography.
I can't wait to grow up.
Highschool is wasting my time, I'm not learning anything I'll need to know for my future, except those harsh life lessons of my fellow classmates.
They all suck.
The show was pretty awesome, I hate moshing. I'm a pussy though.
At the show, when people started to mosh my purse was thrown off my shoulder. I was fucked, until someone threw it onto the table. Lots of people lost their shoes. hahahahha
Today I get to meet Simington, I'm hoping I'll fall in love with him like I did Palfman.
I'm marrying Simon. Maybe he'll let me onto American Idol and not criticize me if I give him awesome sex.
My waffles are soft now because I tend to drench everything in syrup, and my stomach hurts.
Yesterday the bus driver was a midget. He almost hit a car, Ryan and I were scared.
I just ate the soggy waffles and now I might puke.
I can't handle certain textures, evidently that was one of them.
I spend my days with the same people, Nick has been coming around a lot.
Yesterday Laura made me a hamburger, it was delicious and I am very grateful.
My mom decided to not pick me up though, since, you know, it's not cold and icy or anything.
I want an English class that is actually challenging. Flick is just a kid, and it annoys the hell out of me. As if there were any hell in me to begin with.
Oh, bloody hell.