It's a lot like being kicked in the balls. Irony, that is.

I feel sick.

I'm sitting in my nearly empty journalism classroom, listening to a printer and obsessing over my obsession* :]

Harry Potter tonight? Fuck yeah.

Spending the next evening on the phone with her?* Fuck yeah.

No other plans for the rest of the week? Fuck that.

Hit a nigger up :]

Ah.

I'm pretty sure I'm thinking too much.

But it's better than thinking too little, right?

No, it isn't.

What an intense week. I'm not sure it could have gone any better than it did.

I'll spare the details. Since, you know, most of are you are the details.

How considerate of me to spare you from yourselves. It'd be nice if someone did that for me.

<3

'cause you fucking earned it. I wish you all knew who you are.

I wish the things I do right meant anything.

School doesn't seem like much to me. I feel like leaving most of the time ( Read more... )

You really ought to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, maybe with Holly, because she's great company.

Sat at Barnes and Nobles for four hours with Andy, Bretsen, and Presence, which ended up being more fun than I thought it would be.

Didn't buy the new HP.

Mal dissapointed me.

I liked Holly's jacket.

I need to get better at lying about my age.

Off to Florida for the weekend. I'll be locking myself in a closet (not Danielle's :[) with a flashlight and a book. I dont know why anyone would want to go to the beach. Don't people know that there are sharks out there?