you know im such a fool for you*
ah, today was excellenttt.
i went to the college fair. it was alright, it wasnt really anything special. i figured out what colleges i want to go to. it was almost like a candy shop of schools. i can't believe in a year, im off to make something of myself. i feel so safe and protected in highschool. all this stress on grades, and SATS. i want to cry. the best advice i could give, is to keep up your grades always. it plays a HUGE role, and if your not successful in highschool, your going to plunge and struggle. ugh, i hate thinking about this.
practice was basically a blurr. cold, it was cold outside. my legs were hot red, but i guess thats what i get for not wearing my pants. we got uniforms too, everyones lucky that no one tried to snatch my numbaaa. i'd fuck that shit up. next tuesday were going to the ralph feild house to practice. oh, and its free...thats some sweet shit.
[work, supermodel]
dinner was good tonight. chicken parm. corn, and buttered noodles. my dads an excellent cook. i dont know what i would do without him. my moms not bad at cooking, shes just not as crafty as the "lunesta"
[you had everybodies eyes on you]
i have homework. adios
i went to the college fair. it was alright, it wasnt really anything special. i figured out what colleges i want to go to. it was almost like a candy shop of schools. i can't believe in a year, im off to make something of myself. i feel so safe and protected in highschool. all this stress on grades, and SATS. i want to cry. the best advice i could give, is to keep up your grades always. it plays a HUGE role, and if your not successful in highschool, your going to plunge and struggle. ugh, i hate thinking about this.
practice was basically a blurr. cold, it was cold outside. my legs were hot red, but i guess thats what i get for not wearing my pants. we got uniforms too, everyones lucky that no one tried to snatch my numbaaa. i'd fuck that shit up. next tuesday were going to the ralph feild house to practice. oh, and its free...thats some sweet shit.
[work, supermodel]
dinner was good tonight. chicken parm. corn, and buttered noodles. my dads an excellent cook. i dont know what i would do without him. my moms not bad at cooking, shes just not as crafty as the "lunesta"
[you had everybodies eyes on you]
i have homework. adios