yellooooooooooooooooow
16:10:44 - 2000-12-11
i was acting drunk once again in school today. only for a few periods though. hehe. english and study, yessum. funny. sarah wants me to go with her and megan to the industry during xmas vacation and dance the night away. maaaaybe. maaaaaybe not. hehe. a) i suck at dancing b) i have to get a new top or something, cuz like...i'll die of heat with all the stuff i own now. is it required that i swear something black? i've noticed that is most youth recreation hot spots, there is a silent dress code. YOU MUST WEAR BLACK. YOU MUST LOOK GOTHIC SOMEHOW. YOU MUST LOOK LIKE YOU'RE OUT TO GET SOME. hehe. oh, wouldn't that last bit be nice? mm hmm. lol. i need a LIFE!
leeeet's see here. oh. so like, i apparently have to go back to driver's ed because i am retarded and don't know everything i'm supposed to. i'm verily upset by this. i don't want to go. i'm ashamed. yes. very, intensely ashamed.
i accidentally hit mom in the head with an empty sandwich bag box. (i'd meant to hit her in the shoulder. oopsies.) she pretended to be mad but then we wrestled and she threatened to take me down like she did my aunt a few years ago, and all was cool again. mom is funny.
megan says i need to exercise before i go to sleep if i want to have normal, non-nightmarish dreams. crunches, here i come, so i can have a megan tummy and avoid nightmares about being a crackwhore. oh, speaking of that. i told dad about that dream. his response: "that's what will happen if you don't go to college." good call, dad. i'm really enthused about college now because of your insight.
the potential crackwhore