Taylor, I'm sorry you had that dream. I cna assure you that while I find you to be da purtiest girl in the worrrld, I am in NO WAY attracted to you like THAT. XD
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2927594788667208121&q=mosh Try and pick out the biggest douche of the group. Here's a clue: The first thing you'll see is his nose. But I love the KoRn (I wish my keyboard had backwards R's) song they're moshing to.
Today I came to the conclusion that if I were to marry Sonny Moore, I'd need to have a seperate wedding for his nose.
http://www.myspace.com/ghost_of_me YOU PEOPLE HAFTA SEE MY NEW LAYOUT.
As for the big news, another fire drill today. In English. Which menat I got to stand around Loverboy. So as we began walking in, I found myself directly staring in his eyes and him staring at mine, I quickly looked away, pretending I never even knew him, and almost said "hey I added you on myspace." But I'm a stupid whore, and I chickened out last minute. I was actually hoping HE would say something to ME becuase I like it when things work that way. It saves me alot of work.
Someday, when the time isw right, and I'm in another situation like that, I WILL speak to him. But I have a theory behind my fear of talking to boys.
I remember the first time I talked to Nick. Then I remember how 2 years later, I regretted ever even opening my mouth around him. It ended up being the most retarded thing ever. And he ended up being a douche. I suppose, I may be scared of what he will think when I speak to him. I have this constant feeling that he'll tuink "who the fuck is this ugly chick and why is she talking to me?" even though he said to say hi to him in the hallways if I saw him. Well, why doesn't HE say hi to ME? Becuase it sure as hell would be so much nicer. I may have 0 chance with him, but talking to him would make me happy. We could talk about FFTL, and hair tips.
But noooooo he just HAD to be BRDHS's most beautiful boy. Pssshhh.
ANYWHO.
I am most definitly not looking forward to monday. Progress reports. I get to find out which courses I am failing, as usual, and I have a theory test in vocals. I have no idea how to do theory and I never will. I can sing. THE END.
For future reference AJ, putting sharp objects on your hand, or anywhere near your wrist isn't going to go ever very well with me.
I can't wait until I get my new camera tonight. I shall name him Frank. Because that's the first name that came to my head, and cameras remind me of Frank Iero. I might even write "homophobes are gay" on it.