I'm tired and I feel sick. Lizzie wants me to go to Homecoming with her and JJ so it's "not awkward." However, I don't want to go, partly because there's no one I'd want to go with (besides Joe, who's obviously out of the question), and because dances always have an unpleasant side effect, which is depression. Ever since the first dance in seventh ( Read more... )

Do my feelings not even matter? I fucking hate this.

Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset ( Read more... )

AS@FLAJKS2@9C!!!!!!! I'M GETTING NEW GLASSES NEXT WEEK. HOPEFULLY THEY'LL MAKE ME LOOK HOT.

So I failed the license test. I guess that makes me really cool, right? It failed right after exiting the DMV parking lot. I spaced out and turned into the wrong lane and the lady got all pissed off even though there was no oncoming traffic. So yeah, I automatically failed. I wish she had let me keep going; I probably would have passed. Whatever. I ( Read more... )

OMG LICENSE TEST TOMORROW! WISH ME LUCK!

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Okay. Some crazy stuff has been going on. Yesterday I was on the bus going home, and we were at a stoplight. Someone fires some shots from a van and the van drives away. The other car is stopped, and the light changes, and our bus drives away. I didn't think much of it, but then I see the news and find out that the guy who got shot ended up dying. ( Read more... )

ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS ARE WEAK. I RULE. END OF STORY.

Look, Joe!