Thrift stores are pretty awesome. And there's a good one in Toms River. Hurray.
I told people I was sick this weekend, but I really wasn't. I just wasn't up for going anywhere. Which is pretty awful of me, because all week I've been complaining about having no friends and how I've been cooped up all spring break. And once someone is nice enough to invite me to their house with a bunch of other people I enjoy, I don't feel like showering, so I have to make up some lame excuse. So if anyone asks, I was throwing up all weekend. Which is gross, I know, but just trust me, man. I heard it was fun over there, too. Supposedly there were more sex jokes than watching Saw. Maaaaaaan.
I've been exceptionally obnoxious lately. Everyone agrees.
I am so tired of hearing about everyone else's sexual conquests while sitting alllllll the way over here in Inexperienced Land.
I have to go to Wawa with my dad now.
I'm back, and editing this post.
I feel like I'm taking Julie's thing with the numbered thing.
I just tried to drink my hot chocolate, missed my mouth, and spilled it down the front of my shirt. Smooth.
Jimmy burned me Punk Goes Pop Volume 2, which I keep mistakenly calling Pop Goes Punk. Which is not the same thing. Anyway, I like it a lot. Especially Breathe Carolina's See You Again and Mayday Parade's When I grow up.
I wonder how many people are smoking pot right now.
I want shoes. Yellow wedges, that go with my "graduation dance" dress.
Mrs. O'Connor came in again today with Payton and was saying how it was always the Graduation Dance, but eighth graders changed it to the Formal to make it sound nicer. And then talked about how the word, Prom, came from from square dancing. So cool.
I tried again. Didn't miss this time.
"Gestapo" reminds me of "Gepetto" and I feel like an awful person.
I was apologizing to people in Polish today. Like, I'd bump into someone in the hallway and apologize in a different language, and walk away feeling like a total loser. I don't know what that was about.
My sister wants to go on the computer. So my random thoughts feel rushed. I guess I'm just going to wrap this up.