Okay, so I was sitting in math and my Harry Potter obsessed friend turn to me and was like, "OMG, YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS!" and whipped out her Ipod.
(WHICH IS PURPLE, OH YES!!)
And she introduced me to wizard rock.
OHMAIGAWD.

It's been three hours and I'm STILL flailing.

"GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM, YOU'RE REALLY CREEPY, YOU'RE NOT A GIRL AND YOU DON'T ( Read more... )

Why the hell did I agree to go on that totally random bike ride? Why? I am such a lazy ass so what was I thinking?!

I probably wasn't. Eh.

But it hurts, all those freaking hills that are in my neighborhood kill me.

-GODDAMMIT STOP TEXTING ME KIRSTEN I AM TRYING TO WRITE SOMETHING! BITCH!-

Anyway, I don't science. Or english -it USED to be fun but now ( Read more... )

I. Hate. Being. Nagged.

With this horrid fucking passion that probably rivals any and every hatred I feel. If I am nagged I stop caring. It's my goddamn defense against the tirade which I know already. Really.

So after four fucking years of being nagged and being nagged about my grades I have stopped giving a shit. Just stopped.

I said something I ( Read more... )