i drank a god damn coke and now here i am, at one thirty-three in the morning, updating this stupid journal.
is it true that most people my age stay out late, "partying", every night? i simply cannot fathom that- when do you sleep?? it's nice to sleep before twelve a.m. and rise before eight a.m. i think that's a nice system.
i've been reading the journal's of some of my younger friend's friends. mostly, they're idiots, ending every sentence with "LOL!", or using eight thousand smileys or those spanish characters that give a word a "ya" sound (~... but what's it callllled??) as dashes. talking about how much they hate their lives, how much they loooooove/hate their boyfriends, etc. it's like... come on kids. you're sixteen. it only gets worse. save the drama for your twenties. sheeesh!
but i guess it's easier to think all that in retrospect. i'm sure when i was sixteen i was miserable. isn't misery a requirement for highschool?
i'm not sure where i'm going with this. maybe i just wanted to throw it out there, give us all something to consider while we complain about more "grown up" things.
isn't she lovely? just another thing i'm throwing out there...