I'm rather bored. Daniella is on the phone. I'm serposed to be calling Paradox and Ivan, but I cannot do so. So that's where you come in, Livejournal.

In case you need an update on my life:
-My dad is still a bastard.
-I really like Ivan ( Read more... )

I've finally stopped being so apathetic. My schedule is as follows:

Period 1- Language Arts, Positano
Period 2- Global II, Court
Period 3- Orchestra
Period 4- Theatre Arts, Morris
Period 5- Study Hall, Nign
Period 6- Bio, Grimm
Period 7- Geo, Gibson ( Read more... )

I'm baaaaack ( Read more... )

Well... this is my last day of internet/phone. Let me say this clearly now:
I do not want to go home.
Not at fucking all. But I guess I just have to deal with it, because Holli is a douchebag and doesn't want to stay another night and my mum doesn't want to waste the gas on two trips down to Phila and back. And, we're not doing anything special for ( Read more... )

My face still hurts. I hate the sun.

Today was rather interesting. Mum woke me up at 9ish, and we went to this Donut Shop in Mineral City. They had the best fucking donuts. Sherioushly. And there were this really snobby looking trio of girls that were all giggly and they all gave me really vicious looks. I didn't do anything, I was just standing ( Read more... )

( It's everywhere. I've got an addiction to friction. )

I had a rather interesting day today. My face hurts ( Read more... )

Sleeping is such a waste of time.
Hence why I'm not doing it!

I yawn so stupidly. And I'm listening to a mixture of Bowling for Soup, Bright Eyes, Matchbook Romance, Tilly and the Wall, and Inuyasha themes. It's really weird. But I love it at the same time.

I think it's finally time for sleep. It's so useless.

IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

My last entry was June 8th. Splendid.

A little bit to fill you in:
-Our internet got shut off, as you might've guessed ( Read more... )

Wow... I'm in a rather odd mood. Ever since I got off the phone with Matthew [which was like one-ish] I've been feeling like I'm stoned, but I know I'm not. I can't see straight and it feels like I don't have a stomach... Oi.

Result of this weirdness: Poetry.

Delirious InfidelityI awoke with half-opened eyes to a symphony compsed of your voice ( Read more... )