every time i get on here i end up writing complainy crap and i hate it. or writing about how there's nothing to write about.



i wish something monumental would happen so that i could describe it here.
i wish i was still silly so i could write out all the events of my day.

i did quite a bit of writing today, because it was the ELA benchmark. for our composition we had to write about "an important choice you made." i made mine up.


i was dating a drug dealer named jonas. i didn't know he was a drug dealer. i just knew he bought my lots of crap. including a car. then, one day, he picked me up while he was high.

"'You smell like pot," I told him disgustedly.
'I smell like what I sell, hunny.'"

thats right. it's just so awful, it's great, isn't it?
god, that composition was a piece of crap. i don't care, really. i'm sick and tired and i hate the way they grade compositions. standardized testing is for squares, anyhow.

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i got a phone for my birthday.


i wish my scanner worked well, i could show off some of the pictures i got back today.




i've been reading so much lately, i'm starting to have dreams about the books. i feel like i'm back in fourth grade, when i took a book with me everywhere. i didn't have a life, reading was my life.


don't i miss those days?


i read this book 'smack' the last two days. i just bought it last night. funny. great book. all about drugs. makes me afraid of them.


makes me curious, too.



strawberry fields forever is playing right now, and i haven't ever really listened to it ever. the instrumentals are amazing.



what was the indian/cult thing that george harrison joined after the beatles broke up? the hare krishnas? i don't know. we're reading the namesake in english, and i like to highlight/write in my books, and that's one of the things i circled. i wrote 'george harrison?' next to it. i was going to ask my mom but i forgot.


i have homework. fk. goodnight.

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awh, thanks guys. :]







sixteen finally. no license until may though, do to texas fine print. theys stupid.


today started off good. i found some anbesol, and i've been needing it. it was nice.








if anyone would like to get me a birthday present (hah) i have a wishlist.
it contains:


1) trouble - ray lamontagne.
2-4) all the postsecret books.
5) trampoline - steel train.
6) vienna to venice - ken oak band.
7) willy wonka and the chocolate factory. GENE WILDER VERSION.


that's all i can think of. i like how i have all entertainment things on my wishlist. :]




i had a dream that i got a pink rzr last night. and i was kind of bummed, because i don't like the pink rzr that much, then i was like HECK YES. because it stored music and stuff. so it was good. but then i cut off some of my hair with a real razor and it looked dumb. haha.



anyhow. done now. have to go make my lunch.
goodbye. :]

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haha.
it's giving me ulcers.
the mouth kind.

we just have so many projects these last few weeks. and regular homework. and what not. that my angst is multiplied. as are my ulcers.




yepppp...

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ONE assignment.
i had four that i needed to work on, and a chapter of notes i needed to copy.

didn't even get started.
so ridiculous, don't you think?
i agree.

want to know the BEST part?
tomorrow night, instead of going trick or treating or having a movie night or something exciting and juvenile, i'll be BACK at sugar browns, working on world history and biology.

yes.
at least skylar works there.
and he's hot.
and he can help me with my homework.




i so wish that wasn't illegal. :]

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