Shake it shake it shake it like a polaroid picture
Oh god this song is so good! I'm so excited about the new Outkast CD coming out next Tuesday. Not that that matters, as I'm busy downloading it right now. Yeah. I love the ridiculous video for this song. Who couldn't love Andre3000? He's so fucking cute. Ooh yeah, Outkast is fantastic.
But you know what, tomorrow it is officially the freakin' weekend and that's great. Nothing is going on tomorrow except for soccer practice and then Kyle and I hanging out...and Saturday is fancy night day, and so on. This is gonna be good.
Damn! Can't think straight to write anything worth reading. Uh, what's going on, what's going on...nothing, damn. Nothing at all.
And by can't think straight I do not mean I'm under the influence. Of what? Nothin'.
Fuck it, this is worthless.
Cara, I heard you're sick- feel better! Fo' real. Do it. Or else.
Oh. I just remembered. My grandmother is in the hospital and they don't know what's wrong with her. Yesterday at her house she collapsed and couldn't get up and she didn't know how it happened or couldn't remember or something and she's more or less temporarily parilyzed. Whoa. I can't fucking spell that word and I think generally I can. Anyway, it's kind of weird and scary. And the entire week prior to this she was really sick. I don't know. They ruled out stroke or broken bones and so on, they think it might be this rare thing and I forget what it's called. She can talk, she's lucid, but she can't move her body except to like shrug her shoulders. I haven't been to visit her yet. Just relaying information. Damn.
Anyway, this sucks. All bloody day I have everything in the world to say and now I'm completely blank. I'm kind of pissed. Not pissed. In a weird mood. Kind of tired.
This sucked a lot.
But you know what, tomorrow it is officially the freakin' weekend and that's great. Nothing is going on tomorrow except for soccer practice and then Kyle and I hanging out...and Saturday is fancy night day, and so on. This is gonna be good.
Damn! Can't think straight to write anything worth reading. Uh, what's going on, what's going on...nothing, damn. Nothing at all.
And by can't think straight I do not mean I'm under the influence. Of what? Nothin'.
Fuck it, this is worthless.
Cara, I heard you're sick- feel better! Fo' real. Do it. Or else.
Oh. I just remembered. My grandmother is in the hospital and they don't know what's wrong with her. Yesterday at her house she collapsed and couldn't get up and she didn't know how it happened or couldn't remember or something and she's more or less temporarily parilyzed. Whoa. I can't fucking spell that word and I think generally I can. Anyway, it's kind of weird and scary. And the entire week prior to this she was really sick. I don't know. They ruled out stroke or broken bones and so on, they think it might be this rare thing and I forget what it's called. She can talk, she's lucid, but she can't move her body except to like shrug her shoulders. I haven't been to visit her yet. Just relaying information. Damn.
Anyway, this sucks. All bloody day I have everything in the world to say and now I'm completely blank. I'm kind of pissed. Not pissed. In a weird mood. Kind of tired.
This sucked a lot.