So last night was the costume party and I don't remember much. I really need to control how much I drink because it's real shitty not remembering a good time. The parts that I do remember were good times though.
There were so many people there but eventually the cops came because the girls in my grade are completely INSANE and want to kill

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I reaaaaally hope Homecoming doesn't go wrong. I'm sure everything will be fine but still.....

I talked to my Dad last night about the whole diary thing. Of course he thinks that what he did was the "right thing to do" I don't really care what he thinks anymore. It feels nice.
I feel good.

Daft Punk makes me happy.

So my Dad was moving all my shit out of my room so the workers could tear down my walls, and he came across my journals. He read them that fucker. I've never felt so violated in my life. He gave them to my Mom and she told me she didn't read them. I think that's the most motherly thing she's ever done in my life. So my Dad knows basically ( Read more... )

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This morning my dad woke me up at 8:30(!!!) telling me that we had alot of work to do ( Read more... )

I FINALLY GOT MY FUCKING PERMIT!!!
it's about time, 100% too =)

hella kudos for me (just kidding) hehe

stress stress stress stress i am so fucking stressed.

i hate school. i really do.

I'm trying this new thing where I do everything at once, so basically being responsible. I'm tired of being lazy! This way I'll never be bored. I'll do all my homework, clean my room which i havn't completely cleaned in years, actually study to get my permit, youth and government stuff, and still have time for friends, boyfriend, art, and TV ( Read more... )