My contacts hate me oh so much. I was like crying all over the choir room after the performance because they hurt so much.

Wet wet wet wet wet ( Read more... )

I've got to get straight A's at least by the end of the year and good grades (no more than 1 B) by the end of this semester, lest I be forced out of BSS by my parents. Oye. Well, I can't say they're wrong. I don't really want to throw away my academics for Brighter Side, as much as I love it. But I think I can do it (get good grades, that is). I ( Read more... )

In 10 years, when I think of ______ , the first thing I'll remember is:

Anthony: Your laugh.
Evita: You sticking your face in mine screaming "Meh meh meh meh!!" (hahaha who's the loser now??)
Joyee: You taking the key out of the ignition while driving me to Carl's Jr... at midnight... the day after you were freaking licensed.
Mimi: "I've been ( Read more... )

In APUSH, Paulina had to rap "Wild, Wild West".

My friend, 10 years from now, when I think of you, that will be the first thing I remember--you charmer, you.

THUMP... SKID CRASH!
Trish [from other room, in weak voice]: I'm... okaay...

Nar har har... har har... loser. Hehe.

Ok, so after the performance people went home. Trev, Katie, Kimmy, and Jordan (?) went to the movies though. I said I had homework. But once I got in the car my mom took me to Jason's house. We (Jason, Derek, Anthony, and I) ended up spending the remainder of the night singing karaoke in his living room. It was awful, in a nice sort of way. Aww ( Read more... )

I swear, my room is the coldest in the entire friggen house.

There once was a time when I thought true writing had to come in the form of pen and paper, but eventually I realized that there are some thoughts that must be expressed faster than the pen can move. Unfortunately, majority of mine fit into this category. If you handed me a sheet of paper and a pencil/pen and commanded me to write, chances are I'd ( Read more... )

It's kind of pathetic how heavily I depend on my computer for entertainment. Augh. Jen is bored out of her wits. No one talks to her (well, to-nite, anyway). I feel so unloved. [sobs] Ah... no. Anyway. I should start my homework. Or, perhaps, read. But I really should start on my homework. Heaven knows I'll have anytime over the weekend ( Read more... )