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this morning wasn't the best of morning. my mom makes me cry on the ride over to school and i had no make up to cover it up. so i managed some purple eyeshadow and put my glasses on and i have a real puffy look going on right now, kinda hot. so yeah i'm in mr. buran's right now and i'm doing absoultly nothing so i figured i'd update. well... i'm realizing i'm not super woman and can't do everything. todays schedule is school, cheer practice, therepy, play practice, work and then going home to do english homework and catch up on weeks of reading and make up homework. i'm seriously feeling like going home and blowing everything off and just sleeping and telling anyone who object to fuck off. i'm like super moody, super stressing and tommarow i have to turn in a grade report and i'm not so sure that my grade are that great. hmm blahh it will pass. i need to find a homecoming dress and somehow confirm if i have a date or not.. complicated, i asked a guy and i was drunk so i don't know if he took me seriously or if he even wants to go with me. if he doesn't want to or can't i figured i'd ask mikey or kyle hopson, both would be cool. hmmm yeah i'm just burnt out and really hungry and my mom like pushed me out of the house so i have no money for food so i'll eat when i get home tonight @ 11. thats only like 18 or so hours of no food in my stomach.. i'll be alright. argh i'm grumpy and sad and i'm starting to get teary eyed right now for no reason so i'm gonna get going. later.
... song for u guys
[Chorus:]
She’s gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She’s gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
With so many problems in her life it really comes as no surprise
She’s gonna break soon
Gonna break soon
She’s gonna break
Welcome to her busy dizzy life
Of going out and getting high
And following all the latest trends
While shedding all her oldest friends
It’s been weeks worth of weekends
when fake I.D.s and fake passions are her best friends.
[Chorus]
She’s been thinkin’ wishin’ she could hide
From the girls with the comments passing by
It’s the boys in bars on Friday night
That replace the emptiness inside
She’ll be spending her whole weekend
Faking laughs and faking smiles with her fake friends
[Chorus]
Promises you made back home
Are crumpled like the goodbye notes
And last night’s dirty clothes
Were on the floor next to the phone
And it’s been disconnected months ago
No calls from your friends back home
You lost your point of view and now
It’s got the best of got the best of got the best of you
[Chorus]