I gotta get outta here - it's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck being packed in with fetrilizer and fuel oil, pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse. I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta find a way...
Here's to going stir crazy over the next three school days.
As of Thursday, the bridesmaid dresses are black:
I like it more. I don't know why the model has no head.
Seeing Chronicles of Narnia again next Monday. SO EXCITED.
And I'm going to see Rent over break, no matter what. Even if I have to go alone. I'm a dumbass. Laura wanted to see it, but Joe doesn't like musicals. I'll make her see it with me, and Joe can...hang out with my mom.