growin' old under the gun gun gun
Bleh. It's only the second day of school and I could already just kill someone.
Worst week ever.
My alarm keeps trying to be cute and not go off, making me late and ugly for school.
I've been staying at Kaylee's this week, which means my whole routine from last year was unavailable [sitting on the bathroom counter, half sleeping, half doing my hair and makeup].
I love Kaylee's but I miss my bed.
My mom's finally home but nothing is really solved/different. They still don't have any clue what the fuck's wrong and I fucking hate doctors and IV's and tubes and scrubs and everything.
She still has to go back tomorrow, too.
Precalc honors was the worst idea I've ever had. Nope, scratch that, scheduling my classes for this year stoned was the worst idea I've ever had. My bad.
My blue days consist of me running from V to freshmen center to upper E at the very end and back to the freshman center. Who the FUCK put my classes in that order? Hey, Mrs. Pollen, you're a fucking idiot.
I start work Friday with Mar. I'm excited to have money finally and to party after. It sucks that it's every Friday, but 30 bucks for the week is sweet.
I'm riding Mar's bus home tomorrow cause I refuse to stay home and do jack fuckin' shit all day.
I miss Alex. I hope Purdue Lafayette burns down while he's in town for Labor Day and he can never never ever go back.
My locker at school doesn't open so I have to carry five hardcover books everywhere all the time.
ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDD...in conclusion...school sucks, and I want my summer back.
Worst week ever.
My alarm keeps trying to be cute and not go off, making me late and ugly for school.
I've been staying at Kaylee's this week, which means my whole routine from last year was unavailable [sitting on the bathroom counter, half sleeping, half doing my hair and makeup].
I love Kaylee's but I miss my bed.
My mom's finally home but nothing is really solved/different. They still don't have any clue what the fuck's wrong and I fucking hate doctors and IV's and tubes and scrubs and everything.
She still has to go back tomorrow, too.
Precalc honors was the worst idea I've ever had. Nope, scratch that, scheduling my classes for this year stoned was the worst idea I've ever had. My bad.
My blue days consist of me running from V to freshmen center to upper E at the very end and back to the freshman center. Who the FUCK put my classes in that order? Hey, Mrs. Pollen, you're a fucking idiot.
I start work Friday with Mar. I'm excited to have money finally and to party after. It sucks that it's every Friday, but 30 bucks for the week is sweet.
I'm riding Mar's bus home tomorrow cause I refuse to stay home and do jack fuckin' shit all day.
I miss Alex. I hope Purdue Lafayette burns down while he's in town for Labor Day and he can never never ever go back.
My locker at school doesn't open so I have to carry five hardcover books everywhere all the time.
ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDD...in conclusion...school sucks, and I want my summer back.