so. tomorrow is my last every day of high school ( Read more... )

So.

Tomorrow.

is definitely my 18th birthday.

well, and mothers day too.

And even though I don't really have anything to be excited about.

i'm still excited.

bowling tonight, should be fun.

Maybe
I'm just expecting too much from it all.
Maybe.
I'm just expecting too much from every fall.

(you don't see me)

I
FEEL
AMAZING.

(NOTTTT)

Now i have to go to school. (SHYT.)

Oh dear. I'm going to dye my hair again. Purple this time. Purple grapeage.

I hope this week goes slow, solo and ensemble=saturday. I'm getting NERVOUS!

And now I must feed my kitty and then leave.
farewell.

YeSSSSS show @ orchard inn tonight.

I'm essscited. It's pretty much my have fun before track season starts and you can never have fun and just hang out with friends again day.

Yupp.

It might just be the death of me. Track that is, not the show. duuuh.

BUT OH WELL.(I can take it).

I think.

I cannot decide between

1)going to a kick ass show on sat.
OR
2)going to a kegger in chicago with dearest janelle.

UMMMMM. Solo and ensemble is approachig much more quickly than I would like.

Crap.

My head is in knots as of this moment. Too much stimuli.

So i'm back to talking myself.

And telling you to get the fuck out of my head.

Why does this always happen? I wish I was fucking lesbian.

This weekend=sucktastic.

I wish everyone would fall into a massive black hole.
Until I decide I dont hate humanity enough for a few of them to come out.

Which would most likely be NEVER.

I'm fucking sick again ( Read more... )

This has been the second worst week of my life.

I hate you. It makes me sick everytime I see you.