What a bad/weird day.

We're all scurring around like mice trying to rehearse everything and set things right, and everything should be fine, but I can't get excited about performing.

tomuchfuckingworktodoomfg.

blahh

I feel so fucking lame.

Alicia said I had to get over hating someone, which made me feel pathetic that people must see me as being immature and bitter, when that isn't the case at all.

I think I wish we could have an all school performance so I can tell the subject of my latest weird dream that that will never happen ( Read more... )

In the computer lab with English.
Actually doing some of what I should be doing.

blahlblahblah.
I got all my homecoming jewelry in the mail and purse.
yayayayay ^_^

not looking forward to composition today.
not looking forward to Paul.
costumes not done, my music is 30secs short.
To fucking bad asshole.

Life gets good after 4:00 on Tuesday.

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We've come to conclude that Sundays were really made for the sabbath and not for sex.
However,
Everything is fine, and I am thankful.
I am thankful for the boy who bends over backward to love me.
thank you honey.
♥

papa home.
fixed my hair.
(kissing in the hallwaycomputerroomeverywhere)
thrifting.
dinner.
sleepies.
off to bed.

one of those simple nights were we sit home and I continue to feel,
how much it is I love you.
♥

This evening I felt like playing
( dress up )

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Doing my favorite thing ( Read more... )

i love tuesdays

computer lab for english= livejournal/myspace/michele
and
staying after ECA=subway, heart to hearts and susans class.

♥