In the end, a scrapbook is never worth it.

Apparently they all think the way to make me feel better is tell me I'm a terrible driver.  They want to sign me up for a defensive driving class.  The sad part is, they made me cry.  Your parents are supposed to help you feel better when you need it. Not mine.  Mine are mean ( Read more... )

I think I've changed a lot this year.  My work ethic is different.  I care about things I never cared about in the past.  Hopefully my friends think this is a good change.

I think most of the reason for this is because I quit the team.

Symphonic Dance No. 3 is the most Mexican song ever.  Actually, I think it's more Spanish.  Isn't it the Spanish bull fights?  The one part of the song really could be played at a bull fight.  I feel like our ugly band dresses need to be changed to Spanish dresses and we need red cape-like things for bull fighting.  It's actually sad that I 'm not ( Read more... )

Apparently the bitch won't let other coaches stand around her because they might steal her coaching strategies.  Wow.

Don't waste your time giving someone a gift that means a lot to you.  Be selfish.  Even keep it for yourself.  Just don't be excited for someone's reaction because you're only setting yourself up for a letdown.

What an easy way to ruin a break.

I make scrapbooks for myself and myself only.

That bitch better not steal my music!

I had a really good day today catching up with Adrian.

Sometimes my leg aches.  It's not always in the same spot or on the same leg, but right now it's really bad.  So I'm going to bed.

I AM NOT A LIAR.

You would think that proving that over and over again would mean something.  But no, I'm still a liar.

Am I incapable of finding something to do?
I need to find a new hobby.

My hopes came crashing down.