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moody blue? what the frick
Apr. 21st, 2003 05:42 pmI hate chem. This lab is crap. We could have done the lab without actually doing it, considering she gave us values to work with AFTER we'd done the lab. Ugh. UGH. Not to mention, Petey's class doesn't have to do the write up, just the questions. But noooooooo, Salomon makes us do all of this crap. Ugh. UGH.
Yesterday sucked, but, I guess was an okay suckiness. I don't really like Easter, never really have; I've just feigned my delight since I was a young child. My brother decided not to come, so I was (and still am) very upset with him. So, I wrote him this letter, and it was supposed to be a very grrrr-y letter, but he said it made his day or whatnot and that it was cute. Well meh. Psh. Also, there was that thing with the dog (see previous entry), and then while I was taking a nap my mother came in trying to take pictures of me. I was sleeping belly down with my hands tucked underneath me, and she takes a picture and laughs retardedly, "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE PLAYING WITH YOURSELF HAHAHAHAHA!" She really pissed me off. And then, well, some of y'all know that I'm always "cold," and my aunt told me about these bras that this woman was making online that had a hard piece of rubber that looked like a nipple in it for that "cold" look. For once, I feel fashionable.
Yesterday I also decided that I will write Zac Hanson and invite him to my junior prom. Keep your fingers crossed. That is, unless you and I are madly in love and you're not Jane Bowker. (Hunnie, you couldn't go anyway. Sophomores aren't allowed. Yes, I'm sad too.) He's so cute. AHHHH. I can dream. AHHHH. He's like, uggghhhnnnn. Rwar.
I feel so unpretty because I gave in and bit all of my fingernails down again. I blame homeroom. And speaking of homeroom, if I have to see Jeff Livarchick talk trash about Cath Pierce and then make himself seem all moral, I'll kick his face in.
I miss my eloquency. That's the one thing that "person" gave me. I was eloquent when I was alone and eloquent otherwise. Now, I'm just some babbling fool. I don't appreciate my ramblings. *sigh*
Yesterday sucked, but, I guess was an okay suckiness. I don't really like Easter, never really have; I've just feigned my delight since I was a young child. My brother decided not to come, so I was (and still am) very upset with him. So, I wrote him this letter, and it was supposed to be a very grrrr-y letter, but he said it made his day or whatnot and that it was cute. Well meh. Psh. Also, there was that thing with the dog (see previous entry), and then while I was taking a nap my mother came in trying to take pictures of me. I was sleeping belly down with my hands tucked underneath me, and she takes a picture and laughs retardedly, "YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE PLAYING WITH YOURSELF HAHAHAHAHA!" She really pissed me off. And then, well, some of y'all know that I'm always "cold," and my aunt told me about these bras that this woman was making online that had a hard piece of rubber that looked like a nipple in it for that "cold" look. For once, I feel fashionable.
Yesterday I also decided that I will write Zac Hanson and invite him to my junior prom. Keep your fingers crossed. That is, unless you and I are madly in love and you're not Jane Bowker. (Hunnie, you couldn't go anyway. Sophomores aren't allowed. Yes, I'm sad too.) He's so cute. AHHHH. I can dream. AHHHH. He's like, uggghhhnnnn. Rwar.
I feel so unpretty because I gave in and bit all of my fingernails down again. I blame homeroom. And speaking of homeroom, if I have to see Jeff Livarchick talk trash about Cath Pierce and then make himself seem all moral, I'll kick his face in.
I miss my eloquency. That's the one thing that "person" gave me. I was eloquent when I was alone and eloquent otherwise. Now, I'm just some babbling fool. I don't appreciate my ramblings. *sigh*
