Boys are bad bad bad.

And that's final.

you have got to be SHITTING ME. 0.7 of a percent off. Are you kidding? TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING. These are my grade 12 midterms, and I've tried so hard and I'm 0.7 of a percent off. I want this, badly, and I fear that this type of a mark may screw me up getting where I want to get. I mean, it's obvious I can still apply for a Bachelor of Arts in ( Read more... )

And I'm really excited.

For once in a long time in this department of my life I'm excited, and I'm really trying not to chicken out this time.

I want this, and I think he does too.

Anyway, enough nonsense.

I really need to study. It's 7 and I haven't started.

Bad, bad girl.

Just for the record: Daytime television is doing some major sucking lately.

We're all so concentrated on the big picture, but we've forgotten the little things we do make up that picture.

Have we all become so jaded that we can't appreciate, and pass on a smile?

I wish I was her.

And I wish I was what they're all wanting. What they all expect.

But I'm not.

And I never will be.

And that kills me.

I have too much homework for this crying business.
Fuck.

Osta-Aeco was AWESOME ( Read more... )

This weekend has been crazyness, and this week is going to be too. Right now, I'm avoiding finishing my Kinesiology IRP due tomorrow, and my Data Management project. Today we got a new TV> Since the storm a couple weeks ago that blew our TV and VCR we've only had channels 2 though 11 which has kind of sucked. Anyway, Dad and I went out in search of ( Read more... )

I guess the hardest part would be accepting that they don't care. After you get over that, you should be all set.

Stoppit.

I SAID STOPPIT!