It's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish
I'm sick of nursing heart-sick teenagers. Why doesn't he love me? Why can't I get a girlfriend? I won't give this up..talk to him for me. And lalalalala. I feel bad for these kids. How many people these days actually marry the kids they date in high school?
PlEeMo88 [7:17 PM]: but now im not...and i would try so much harder....i would do ne thing to be w/ him right now
EEHHH!! I think I'm just so annoyed with it all because right now the only thing I'm running on is this half-empty can of Diet Coke in front of me. Last night I just could not sleep. It sucked. It reminded me of my freshman year when I was an Insomniac every night for a good part of the year. So I delivered papers with Heather at 3:30 and got home at 5 and still could not sleep. I finally got in a couple hours then I had to wake up and go to work. Worked until 6, running on more caffeine drinks and Tylenol. And now I'm crashing, here. Whee.
I have an interview at Vanity on Monday straight after school, another interview at the American Red Cross for Swimming Instructor after that, and Heather with the Distribution Center is supposed to call and go over routes with me. 3 jobs? I guess I'll be pulling it in. I really want to go to college after I serve in AmeriCorps. I want to do something with international relations, but I'm not sure exactly what yet. Like be an ambassador or a U.N. peacekeeper or something. I want to travel.
Wow, my night just got even crappier. It's the last Saturday of spring break and guess what my loser ass appears to be doing? Nothing. My boyfriend and his friends and everyone else I've ever been friends with are drinking and partying at one place. I feel like a loser. Benn is pissed at me I think. Ugh. I need to stop complaining.
PlEeMo88 [7:17 PM]: but now im not...and i would try so much harder....i would do ne thing to be w/ him right now
EEHHH!! I think I'm just so annoyed with it all because right now the only thing I'm running on is this half-empty can of Diet Coke in front of me. Last night I just could not sleep. It sucked. It reminded me of my freshman year when I was an Insomniac every night for a good part of the year. So I delivered papers with Heather at 3:30 and got home at 5 and still could not sleep. I finally got in a couple hours then I had to wake up and go to work. Worked until 6, running on more caffeine drinks and Tylenol. And now I'm crashing, here. Whee.
I have an interview at Vanity on Monday straight after school, another interview at the American Red Cross for Swimming Instructor after that, and Heather with the Distribution Center is supposed to call and go over routes with me. 3 jobs? I guess I'll be pulling it in. I really want to go to college after I serve in AmeriCorps. I want to do something with international relations, but I'm not sure exactly what yet. Like be an ambassador or a U.N. peacekeeper or something. I want to travel.
Wow, my night just got even crappier. It's the last Saturday of spring break and guess what my loser ass appears to be doing? Nothing. My boyfriend and his friends and everyone else I've ever been friends with are drinking and partying at one place. I feel like a loser. Benn is pissed at me I think. Ugh. I need to stop complaining.