for those who care.
An update on life...
Er.
Death Cab was on Monday.
Twas amazing.
Basically I wanted to pee my pants, dance, and cry all at the same time.
Absolutely Prettiful.
I've started reading Harry Potter.
Yes, me.
I've given in to temptation.
I'll be caught up most likely before school is over.
Then you can talk about HP in front of me, without having to whisper into each others' ears.
Fuck you research paper.
Fuck you Hotspur.
Fuck you fourth quarter senioritis.
You really are an infectious disease.
I need a new belt.
I've been telling myself this for two months.
God dammit. I need someone to shop with. Or else I will never do it.
Speaking of God..
God is like french toast.
No, God IS french toast.
Well, the Grill's french toast.
If God were food, he'd be the Grill's french toast.
And if c/o '06 were stuck on an island and left to kill each other off to survive
I'd trip and fall on my own axe
Ashley would stab Emily with a toothpick and throw her binoculars at her.
Janell would hide in a tree and jump on unsuspecting people.
Ah, this is why yearbook is so bearable.
Our conversations make me giggle until tears stream down my face.
me = still fucking stoked about prom
me = stoked about graduation night
me = stoked about kittie!
me = fucking stoked about STOMP this sunday! gjeiaoghaehngmsd!!
me = really happy when we're together
Er.
Death Cab was on Monday.
Twas amazing.
Basically I wanted to pee my pants, dance, and cry all at the same time.
Absolutely Prettiful.
I've started reading Harry Potter.
Yes, me.
I've given in to temptation.
I'll be caught up most likely before school is over.
Then you can talk about HP in front of me, without having to whisper into each others' ears.
Fuck you research paper.
Fuck you Hotspur.
Fuck you fourth quarter senioritis.
You really are an infectious disease.
I need a new belt.
I've been telling myself this for two months.
God dammit. I need someone to shop with. Or else I will never do it.
Speaking of God..
God is like french toast.
No, God IS french toast.
Well, the Grill's french toast.
If God were food, he'd be the Grill's french toast.
And if c/o '06 were stuck on an island and left to kill each other off to survive
I'd trip and fall on my own axe
Ashley would stab Emily with a toothpick and throw her binoculars at her.
Janell would hide in a tree and jump on unsuspecting people.
Ah, this is why yearbook is so bearable.
Our conversations make me giggle until tears stream down my face.
me = still fucking stoked about prom
me = stoked about graduation night
me = stoked about kittie!
me = fucking stoked about STOMP this sunday! gjeiaoghaehngmsd!!
me = really happy when we're together