Dormant.

People are way too fucking touchy. I make one stupid joke and pow - I've got a life sentence. SORRY NICHOLE. Didn't mean to diss your guys or whatever. I was only kidding around...

Tonight sucked. Ha ha. But for some reason I'm in a really good mood.

PS: I'm planning something big and unexpected soon. Oooh, cantcha feel the excitement?

Elliott Smith died?

That sucks. I can't call myself a "fan" but from the few songs I heard he was pretty talented. But a lot of people on the Yahoo message board seem to think he was a "loser" who should "burn in hell" and that his girlfriend or whatever drove him to commit suicide.

Jeez.

Mrs. Robison and Mrs. Hayden managed to get me readded to the list to take the PSAT. (Thank you Mrs. Robison - but I still hate you and your damn speeches.) It was easier than I thought it'd be. Even easier than the GQE/ISTEP shit. And although we sat there for three hours straight, except for some two minute breaks, I actually enjoyed it. That ( Read more... )

It's pretty hard to write a speech when your dad is in the kitchen threatening to slit his throat.

Me screaming for the Seahawks to win = rather humorous since I hardly know a damn thing about football. James tried to explain downs and hangtime and stuff. I get some of it, but most of it is too hard for me to comprehend. I'm slow like that. Ha ha ( Read more... )

I should be working on my speech for English, but instead I'm wasting my night away looking at things like Ghettopoly. Yes, it's for real. ABC7 is even getting their panties in a bunch over it. I think it's funny.

Well the game wasn't too bad. [I think Morton beat us. I didn't stay for the whole thing.] It was cold as hell though. So by the time the band got on the field my hands were numb. It was hard to play eight and sixteenth notes because I couldn't tell if I was actually holding the right keys. Ha ha ( Read more... )

Today sucked ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is homecoming. Hmm...I suppose I should have school spirit and stuff. I'll be showing my Wildcat pride while marching for the band. We're doing the lamest routine. No one knows the steps; we've only practiced three times. We're not gonna learn the entire routine after three times. Especially since most of that practice is Mr. Bialon ( Read more... )