artaniS <-- what's that backwards?
hellllllla effin tired. i swear. everyday i have to come home and take a nap cuz my FREAKIN head hurts like mo-fo. i can't wait until AFTER friday so i can stop stressing.
erm....erika dwarling....i have some.. "Dylan News" for ya. *cough cough* (note: its not my fault)
Well, i hate to break it to ya, but apparently he can't go.
no j/k. *ELOL* he's going! it went down like this:
Me: "Dylan! are ya going to Jimmy Eat World?"
Dylan: *nods head* "Of course....of course...of course"
maybe i should've asked it he had floor seats huh? he prob. does. if not we can just sneak him. He's skinny.
Note to Self: Never ask Dylan what he did over the weekend. He has a disorder. He can't summarize. I'm like, dude, i don't need to know every single freakin detail. PL!?!?!?!??! So apparently he smoked on Saturday "For the first time!" *smiles*. Me: *high 5's him*
backtostudyingeuropeanhistory.
Is it just me, or is WWII better than WWI? Maybe cuz there's HITLER is in WWII? i mean sure, Franz Ferdinand goes w/ WWI, but come on...he got assasinated. *psh*. <----- wtf. this is what school does to you.