we are born wonderful deaths
i guess i havn't really written what's been going on lately, just ranom words that don't even form complete thoughts. sorry. uhh i guess i can tell yall now? well yall know im dating travis, good deal. it's cool, almost a month. i really feel like i deserve a metal for getting this far. i truely do. but yeah, we have finals next week. i for sure have to take german and maybe chem. odds of me taking chem are kinda high. sportin a 62 in there, w00t. umm...2 weeks ago i had my jazz concert, it went well. last week i had my spring concert and that went great. friday travis and i hit all the hot spots for the night. first we did the choir thing, which to my suprise was quite enjoyable. then we went to shop fest where daniel, yet again, made me feel like shit...but then again what's new? im just glad people were there to see what an ass hole he really is and im not just being a crazy ex. ne ways, we did shop fest and hung around til about 1 am. that was fun. i felt so ugly, i had a chemical peel 2 days earlier and was pealing like shitttt. soo ugly, i hated my face. uhh church and tanning that weekend. this week has been a lot of teachers realizing they don't have as much time as they need to fuck us over. in english the past two days we've had 2 tests, 1 quiz, 1 project, and a research paper. i skipped history because it's pointless. i plan on skipping algebra tomorrow and skipping jazz and band and just going home with erin. raul, pam, kevin, and travis are suposed to come to my house. to be honest i don't want them all. it would be okay if just one came, and i would rather have pam than the rest of them. i don't know. oh right, it's for band banquet. whatever, i don't really care. i think raul and will broke my knee. it hurts soo so so bad. when they fell into me all icould think was, "don't cry". it hurt so bad, i couldn't bend it. i don't know, sometimes i really hate shit like that. jsut dealing with people is a pain in the ass and i want none of it. none. ugh...lost my train of thought. oh, i leave for state on sunday at 3. im trying to get travis to go to church on sunday so we can hang out until we have to leave. i seem to leave on our things. sunday we'll have dated a month (by calendar) exactly. fun shit. im out...im not sure what im gonna do, but it's not this, lata.
all i can think of is reading that...and wondering why it was written