Nov 16, 2005 08:43
The more I have dance, the more I hate it. Simple enough to understand. Put a hardhead student and teacher together, you don't quite get a good equation.
At least I woke up in a good mood until I realized that the boy I dreamed of left me. Typical. I'm a horrible girlfriend. I am jealous and clearly insane. Maybe I'll give up. Become a feminist and spread news about PETA and girl bands, and how people who have and think with a vagina are better than the rest.
Archer is nagging at me to answer a problem I learned in the seventh grade.
And honestly.. I can't think anymore.