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the books show was amazing. but i had to leave early and my feet hurt real bad.
I have amazingly bad luck.

so our biology teacher was showing us an illustration of what students think of during biology. then i broke out saying "wait! i do think about spaceships! and unicorns too!"
it got pretty awkward until the rest of the class kept making comments about the flying elephant.

my hair is copper. like a penny. omg.

dear london. don't read this.
i don't think i'd know what its like to interesting.
i don't think i'd know what its like to be pretty.
and the list goes on...

camera obscura is sad girl music.

you draw me with your pencils and your pens. make me much prettier than i really am.

is everything supposed to be this confusing? i can't even act like i care when i do.
i really do.

massive headaches.

good news/bad news.

i swore im done with humans.

apparently some guy in my art class believes i need some "loving".
what i need is more chocolate cake.and a robot.

so bryan and i. we're making a band.
im going to be the cute keyboard/guitar player who likes spaceships and enjoys fruit snacks.

he likes to read books written for girls.

argh.need.a.boyfriend.argh.

HAPPAE BIRTHDAE
MICHEAL.
(i love you).

so i come home and ...gasp...MORE CHOCOLATE CAKE.

and then theres the target commercial with the concretes.

and finally... i need a haircut.

so i did this alias quiz thing. the results were pretty gay except for one:
"Your punk rock band name is The Happy Spork"

hawt.

today was pretty awsome. better than its been in months.

lainna and i made rejected pancakes.

im thiking maybe i should get a new livejournal. ilooklike_pooky. sounds gay and wrong.

this week is going to be awful. i just know it.

its like that squirming feeling when you don't know what to do.