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| so, i'm officially fourteen.
oh yeah, i freakin' rock.
um. not really. i don't feel much different.
so, really, at the moment, i'm fantastic. only one person is really starting to piss me off and it's been a growing problem over the past few years. i think it's finally gonna blow up and that one person is just going to hate us even more that they already do. whatever. it doesn't matter. only a few more months until we're out of this PIT, and then, it just won't matter.
for the next couple of weeks, i plan on being a hermit and bringing up my grades. don't expect much out of me.
thank you.
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| it so feels like i've been cleaning and cooking constantly this week which is kind of RIDDIKILUS because i haven't. actually, i have, but i'm trying to convince myself that i haven't.
break has been boring, to get straight to the point. but i'm assuming that is good considering that i feel like, before break, everyone and everything was just GOING. you know what i mean? just nonstop, no sleep, no rest time, just going. the break is just like..i sit down and do absolutely nothing and it feels fantastic because i have a whole 'nother week to get everything done and it's FANTASTIC. it is killer, sweet, BODACIOUS. man, i feel like such a californian surfer but i don't particularly care because i AM californian so you'll just have to deal with that.
yeah, so i do have a ton of homework left to do but don't i always? don't i always get it done? don't i always get a good grade? i'm not too worried. i've done it before, so i can do it again. what is it all, really? a fifty page fairytale [i don't know if that's the real count, im just throwing out a random number here.] which is supposed to be bound and illustrated to resemble a fairytale, along with all the regular components that one would normally find within a fairytale, finishing and correcting all the stupid mistakes that i made within my spanish binder [i am really glad that i have never actually sat down and counted up all the hours i have spent on that particular project. i mean, seriously. i think it has to add up to more than all the rest of my projects put to gether], actually study spanish so i know what the hell dolan is talking about when he goes off on one of his spiels in the middle of class and so i don't have kyle deriding me and poking me in the side whenever i bring out my cell phone, a simple biology report [i swear, that is the easiest project on EARTH. jungk is so obssessed with trying to get us to like him, it's insane. his self esteem is so low.], extra math problems for our favorite big house because i SUCK at algebra and i'm not afraid to admit it even though i'm a year behind in everything, and don't we have to read something for breitenbach? i'm not really sure. something about a test after break? yeah, something like that.
so, really, i should be working on all those things right about now. but i'm not. because i don't do anything until the last minute anyway, right. instead, i am going to go take a shower and maybe pick up the kitchen a bit [AGAIN.] because supposedly, cameron and shelby are coming over. i'm not positive that they are but that was the plan last night so i'd rather be prepared then sitting around in my pajamas. afterwards, when cameron leaves, shelby and i are most likely just going to walk over to robin's house where we will, supposedly, have a fantastic evening with all of our friends before going and having a heart to heart. let's hope we don't all kill each other at robin's, shall we? that would put quite a damper upon the mood, i must say.
i don't even know why i came to post because i haven't posted in a month or so. i just felt like typing a lot, i guess. i'm almost done with my wall, if anyone cares, which i suppose nobody does. however, i will end up taking pictures of it at one point or another just because my back still hurts from doing it and because, quite frankly, i'm rather proud of my work. plus, it took like eighty million hours, so there.
nobody has been texting me, which, i suppose, is a good thing, however, i don't particularly like the silence but i don't really want to call anyone. oh well. off to my shower, i guess. | | |
| thanksgiving sucked.
i feel fat and gross.
xangas are stupid.
i'm leaving.
EDIT:
all you people that find me in the quotes blogring...go here: www.xanga.com/wh0re_ish | | |
| Eighth grade.
Yeah, that's about it. | | |
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- radios in heavenI haven't updated in a month.
Exactly a month, actually.
And the only reason I'm updating..is..um, I don't know. So you can stop commenting on the last one? I don't know.
I could have this huge long post on the dance. But I don't want to. So it's not going to happen. You know what I will do? Like, when I get the pictures from Shannon's camera? I'll do a huge long post with captions. Yeah. And then you can save them. And be happy.
I want those fucking picturesss, damnit.
God.
Whatever.
See you in another month.
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