What an exciting day.
I found out that I strained my thigh muscle and it hurts like a bitch when I walk down stairs. How the hell did that happen? So mom got me a buttload of tiger balm patches and an icy hot stick. I put some of the cy hot on and it smells like serious ass. My room reeks. Eck.
I bought a Broadway book from Barnes and Nobles. Yeah, I am a nerd. Pfft.
Mr Ferguson ate lunch at my fucking table today. What a teabag. God I hate the man so much, such a sexist and racist, and a fucking idiot to be exact. I have a tin Beatle Bailey lunchbox and he asked me what Beatle Bailey is. Who the hell doesnt know? Its a comic strip, idiot.
HOLY FUCK THEY KILLED BOONE OFF OF LOST! WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO? God damned season finales.
oh jees.
I was hoping Locke or Jack or someone nonimportant died.
Awe but Claire had her baby. Charlie Jr.
oi!